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If I close my eyes, I can see a forest made of glass. When I walk by the fragile trees, the glass acts like a mirror showing me pieces of myself preserved in time and kept like a library of memories and moments. I… Continue Reading “The Man with the Flappy Hand – A Poem”
I am constantlyon a journey to find myself,carrying two others withinwho have me in their grip.I have had to relearn simple tasks like:doing the dishes, making coffee, typing, walking, speaking, trying to stand up in a shower so that I can bathe myself, being… Continue Reading “What the Shadows Hold – A Poem”
I was asked to write an article for work for International Person’s With Disabilities Day. I wrote the following and called it Visible Invisible. It was put on the web site at work in a permanent place along with other people’s stories about living… Continue Reading “International Persons With Disabilities Day – Visible Invisible”