Remembering You (1990)

I remember sitting on a lounge chair in your backyard. Idle conversation. I watched every word I said, in order not to embarrass myself. It was early dusk on a spring evening. We talked until the sun slipped behind the cornfields surrounding your house, and the distant mountains were no longer visible. I was reluctant … Continue reading Remembering You (1990)

Walk a Mile in My Shoes….Thoughts on Growing Up with a Disability

(I wrote this in 3rd grade in London, England). About My Life It feels horrible to be different from other people. So I sometimes wish that I could blow up the world. I have spina bifida and it feels so awful being crippled that I wish I could go outside and shout my head off. … Continue reading Walk a Mile in My Shoes….Thoughts on Growing Up with a Disability