I want to be honest about my more troubling emotions; about my reactions to difficult situations that aren’t easy to resolve. This week I attended a meeting with a group of people with various disabilities. I was one of 20 attendees joining a commission focused...
When I first received my diagnosis, I told myself that if I was okay with it, every one I loved would be, too. Perhaps a naive notion. Possibly verging on wisdom. Or maybe just self-preservation. I wanted to move to acceptance so that others could as well. It was too...
Change has been my constant companion. At first, misunderstood. At times, unwelcome. At last, recognized, though I have not always been. Recognized. Especially on returning home after a considerable absence. It comes in waves, it seems. The awkward handshake. The slow...
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