Nathasha asked me to write about the way I, as a disabled person, perceive and move through the world. Being disabled is just one aspect of myself. Like being an …
It’s Valentine’s! We all have that special love. I have a special love. My heart has been broken numerous times no matter how much I try to protect it from …
In 1966, I was traveling around Mexico. I had a sturdy ’56 Volvo 444, and some money. Through my dad and his work with a director named John Sturgis, I’d …
Recently, a woman emailed me seeking advice for her cousin. She had seen my articles in our local newspaper and thought I might be able to offer some assistance in …
The shock and awe that was apparent on the faces of my liberal brethren on election night dwarfed the shock and awe, Bush declared on Iraq at the beginning of …
What a year it’s been, eh? The external world is wobbling like a drunken top-seems like more than usual, but I’ve been looking back over my life span and I …
A beautiful fictional story about a child yearning for the approval of a parent. I remember the day like yesterday. Twenty-six of March 1981. It was a Thursday, the day …