How My Brittle Bones Gave Me A Solid Purpose

I’ve broken 60 bones. Possibly more, I’m not sure. As I heal from a fractured leg, it’s made me think about my previous injuries, and what they meant to me. When I was a kid, I never really saw anyone who looked like me: in a wheelchair, with brittle bones and a few surgeries underContinue reading “How My Brittle Bones Gave Me A Solid Purpose”

They Made Disability Look Awesome. Do You?

You likely have heard me say how grateful I am for having a disability, but I never used to say that. In fact, I used to say the opposite. I grew up in a small town of 4,000 people in central Illinois. I was the only one in my high school class in a wheelchair,Continue reading “They Made Disability Look Awesome. Do You?”

In Death, I Found Gratitude

Two and a half years ago, I almost died. I almost took my last breath, and said my last words. And then I didn’t. I’m still kicking, and I am grateful everyday. My dance with death came during a surgery, and things got a little out of wack, especially with my breathing. I wrote theContinue reading “In Death, I Found Gratitude”