This year, I cooked Thanksgiving dinner in a wheelchair. Not to raise funds for my favorite disability organization. Not as a show of solidarity with my friends who get around in wheelchairs. Not in memory of my father, who used a wheelchair to get around for 38 years. No, I cooked Thanksgiving dinner in a wheelchair because I'm clumsy. So clumsy that I fell getting out of the car, … [Read more...]
6 Disability Lessons Learned from a Kitchen Knife
About six weeks ago, the knife I was using to remove the label from a container slipped and severed the tendon in my left thumb. After waking up from repair surgery to a left hand swathed and immobile in a ginormous splint, the surgeon outlined a list of restrictions. No lifting with the left hand. No driving. No getting the splint wet. Those three restrictions plunged me into the world of … [Read more...]