The paint is thick and wet as her tears now, and she cannot see him crouching on the other side of the art. His art ( Read more... )

When thinking about the present, I can't help but think of the past ( Read more... )

The wheelchair is now nothing more than a dolly to carry my school bag. A somewhat ridiculous arrangement, but the bag is at least 10 pounds, and I have enough to deal with right now ( Read more... )

Sitting in a wheelchair, waiting for my next appointment for therapy of some sort, I finally see the girl I keep hearing about. Molly was the 12-year-old sister of a classmate who had been hit by a car. Her room was near mine. My parents often gave me updates on Molly in an almost-relieved tone as we listened to her scream and cry down the hall ( Read more... )

I feel small. Hell, I am small after dropping almost 15 pounds after a month-and-a-half of invalidism. But it's more than that. My perspective has changed ( Read more... )

Christmas lights twinkle in the night as my parents and I drive through town. Red, yellow, blue and green in dazzling displays that take my breath. Or maybe I'm crying too hard to worry about breathing ( Read more... )

Like all things truly breathtaking, it happened when I wasn't paying attention. My baby brother Tanner grew up. One day, I'm taking him to the park, tailing him closely as he scales the slide that's several times his height to ensure his safety, and the next he is 15, taller than me, and asking my sister and I for advice on how to become more ( Read more... )

It is all I can do to stay in the therapy room on my first day at Sister Kenny Institute, recovering from a freak brain hemorrhage that had struck less than a week earlier. Looking at the fluorescent lights, brightly-colored mats, balls and parallel bars is like looking into the blinding face of the sun. Plus I have a wicked case of vertigo that ( Read more... )

To get inspired for this topic, I decided to read the first 30 or so entries. It turns out that several of them did such a good job at summing me up that I had to include them in my own entry this week...

Because while the guy I knew wasn't a champion vagina shaver, he sure did think he was God's gift to the world. Quite literally. He took such ( Read more... )

It's been almost 15 years, and still these remain ( Read more... )