Mighty: An Anthology of Disabled Superheroes Paperback

So thrilled!

I’ve just handed in my final edits for Captain Maven and the Ice Queen, a short story that will be appearing in Mighty: An Anthology of Disabled Superheroes.

Here’s a bit about the book:

With great powerchair comes great responsibility…

It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s… accessibility!

You wouldn’t like me when I’m out of spoons…

All too often, superhero media depicts disability as something to overcome on the journey to becoming a hero, or as a sign of villainy. It’s time to make heroism accessible for everyone.

In these 15 stories, you’ll meet winged wheelchair users, supernatural spoonies, guardians with glaucoma, and many more. These disabled superheroes fight villains as well as outdated ableist stereotypes, and show that anyone can be Mighty. You can preorder the paperback HERE and the ebook HERE.

The book is out October 10th!

C’mon! Get Mighty!

The Depths of You – A Poem

I have been unable to write.

Staring at the screen,

I can feel the words

within my fingertips

wanting to break free,

to flow onto the white screen

until their story is told.

Yet, every time I go to write,

the words wait still,

unable to break past the barrier.

I turn away from the words,

turning my gaze to the river that runs by me

I notice that the water

has slowly risen.

If I do not take a breath soon,

the water will soon be above my head

without a breath to sustain myself.

When you take my hand,

it’s like all my words find me at once,

flying from my fingertips

like birds across the page.

You put your arm around me;

I feel stronger with you near me,

though it should be me keeping you strong.

 As if you can hear my words,

you turn my face towards yours

and now I can’t see the flow of water,

but I can see the sea in you.

Your eyes hold depths I know well,

for I looked deep within them

when we gave our hearts to each other.

It was within the depths of your heart

that I finally found home.

I know that whatever comes,

we will get through everything together.

As you take my hand,

I watch as the water recedes a little.

Seeing a motion in the sky,

I look up as my words

arrange themselves above us.

Leaning into you,

I watch and wonder

what they will say.

Me on TV! Rogers Daytime September 18th!

Much excite!

I’m going to be appearing on Rogers Daytime with Derick Fage to talk about my novel Queen of Swords! How awesome is that?

Rogers Daytime is live from 2pm to 3pm. I will be on the show on Monday, September 18th, 2023. You can watch it on Rogers cable channel 22. If you miss the live show from 2pm to 3pm, don’t worry! It plays again at 6pm and 11pm. If you don’t have Rogers cable, don’t worry! It will be posted online 24 to 48 hours later.

I’m looking forward to talking about what it was like to have this novel in my head for ten years before it was published and what it’s like writing while living with a chronic illness and a disability.

I hope you can tune in! Wish me luck. I love talking with Derick Fage. He just puts you at ease and he’s great at making guests look amazing. I’ll be a little nervous as its live television, but that’s part of the thrill, too, right?

Here are the details you need to remember:

Monday, September 18th, 2023

Live from 2pm to 3pm, repeats at 6pm and 11pm

Rogers Cable Channel 22

See you on the screen!

Ten Years to Love – A Poem

If you had told me

that in ten years,

I’d be a completely

different person,

I would have laughed.

At the time I was diagnosed,

it felt like my world

was flooded with

so many different emotions.

I was alone on a raft,

floating out to nowhere.

I had no clear idea

of where I would end up

or how I would get there.

I had to learn about

who I was all over again,

and what I was capable of.

It took me a long time

to turn away from hatred,

my own and the hatred of others.

I didn’t know at the time

that I was capable of loving myself

and what my disease had made me.

Once I let go of the fear,

a whole new world opened up for me.

I was still afraid,

but I wasn’t holding onto fear

like a life preserver.

Fear would not save me,

but an open heart would.

I made a long ago promise to myself,

standing in a dark basement

of an apartment filled with trees

that belonged to a forest I was desperate

to leave behind.

I told myself that I would love

everything about myself

that I deserved love,

even when I was afraid.

That choice led me down

a totally different path,

one that I would not have found

without the choice I made to love.

That choice led me to you

and the love that has bloomed

so beautifully between us.

You don’t complete me.

Instead, you compliment me.

You see me as I really am,

and you know me,

deeper than I know myself.

When I look into your eyes,

I see another kind of sea,

but not the one that I was lost upon

oh so long ago.

Instead, it’s a sea of the emotions

that I feel for you

and that have led us to a new path,

one that we have forged together,

every stone representing memory we share.

Looking at the path before me,

at the stones that have yet to be filled

with memories, I am not afraid

of what waits for us.

We will face whatever comes together,

knowing that ten years to love

have opened another doorway

towards our future.

The Weight of You – A Poem

I bought you a t-shirt.

When I saw it,

I thought of you,

but I will not be the one

to give it to you.

You have not spoken to me

in twenty-seven years,

over half my life.

I don’t know why I thought of you,

only that you bloomed in my mind

and I pressed buy now

before I could think about

the reasons behind the action.

When she asked me if I

wanted you to know,

I told her yes, then no.

I knew that if you knew

that I was the one

to buy you the shirt,

you would not wear it,

just like you have not spoken to me

in so long.

The thing that has been most

on my mind is that you

have become someone

that I don’t even know.

You are not my brother anymore,

not my twin or the

other half of me in the mirror.

Before we could speak words,

we spoke our own language

and for a years,

we shared a link that I thought

would never be severed.

Yet, as we grew older,

we spent all of our time

trying to be individuals,

tired of being endlessly compared

to each other, never separate.

Well, now you have become

a stranger to me and I’ve realized

that we finally have what we wanted

so long ago.

Though my heart grieves

for what it has lost in you,

I no longer want to carry this

weight, or the memory of you, within me.

As I kneel at the rivers edge,

I put my hands in the water,

letting the weight of

you swim free.