I was sitting at the top of a very long ramp. It takes a second to get my courage up. The mall nearest us is really done in two parts, one south of Bloor Street, the other North of Bloor Street. to get from one side to the other you obviously have to go under […]
We’d had lunch and, unexpectedly, had nothing to do for about an hour before the bus came to get us. I’m using my manual chair a lot because my power chair is in the shop and my scooter needs a new battery. I can’t afford to fix both and, right now, the priority is the […]
Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you simply stop being you and instead become a representative for every disabled person in the world. In fact, this isn’t really about disability, women can easily be in a situation where they become all women, and gay people, all gay people, and God knows, black […]
Image description: A picture from a colouring book: a young girl sits in a wheelchair holding a basketball and smiling. The picture is coloured in and the colours used are blue green and orange. The artist who coloured the picture is a 7 year old girl and she has signed her name, “by Sadie”. […]
When we pulled into the disabled parking spot, she was already out of her car, in her chair and being pushed by her son. I only noted that they were talking and laughing, clearly anticipating the movie they were there to see. I got myself into my chair and rolled over to the curb cut, […]
Photo description: An accidental photo taken by my phone, not me. In it Ruby is wearing a white dress and white angel wings, that she made herself. (There is no picture of Sadie because the school asked audience members not to post pictures on line that have children other than your own in them. […]
(A short post for today. I had to be out early this morning. Got home from the Christmas pageant late. So no time to write. But a moment and a meditation from last night …) The Moment We were sitting off to the side. I’m glad because if I’d been sitting anywhere else I […]
On the 20th, they called. We were out shopping and Joe, who had answered, asked them if they could hold while we got in somewhere warm. They must have said that they’d wait because Joe bid me follow him into one of the few accessible stores on that part of Yonge Street. We found a […]
So, today I’m 64. My older brother just wrote saying, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do and if you do don’t let me see it on YouTube.” I told him I live a boring life and though we have plans, we’ll still be in bed by 8. Yep, we’re living on the wild side! I’ve […]
Joe and I make an annual pilgrimage down to the Roy Thomson Hall every December to see their production of Handel’s oratorio “The Messiah” and we did so again last Sunday. There’s more to tell about our attendance at the performance later, but I’d like to share a very personal story with you all. I […]
