I HAD TROUBLE with today’s post.
I knew what I wanted to say, but I couldn’t figure out how to say it in a way I haven’t said it before.
(more…)cerebral palsy
Nights drenched in light
MY BRAIN IS TO BLAME for the slow pace of my walks.
Most of the reason is cerebral palsy, but the part I want to write about today is the space in my brain where my dreams run much faster than my legs move.
(more…)The raw end of the deal
The childish thrill of a letter
When I was a kid, I hit a phase when I wanted a pen pal.
Maybe I was intrigued with the possibility of communication with a person somewhere in the wide world beyond the limits of the map dot I call home.
I was still young enough to get mail sent by someone who didn’t want my money so maybe it was the childish thrill of a letter addressed to me and hidden, like a surprise, in the mailbox.
(more…)Slow is my speed
I do not hurry well.
I never have, and I guess I never will.
I’m not built for it, and I’m glad.
(more…)About wishes and stars
Years ago, a child asked me what I wished.
Back then I never put much thought into wishes – at least not wishes I’d tell a child – so I said I didn’t know.
The child wondered out loud why I wouldn’t wish my legs worked right.
(more…)About an inspiration
For the second time in four days, Kentucky flies by me in a blur of white lines and road signs.
Road trips are another story for another day, though, because today is someone’s birthday. (more…)
About stairs
I planned to discuss Mount Rushmore in this column.
Instead, I wrote about stairs, persistence and two people I met in an old graveyard.
I realize those sentences don’t make sense so here’s a little backstory. (more…)
Sometimes I can’t stand the Internet
Last week, I was nearly pushed over the edge. (more…)