Broken Lives Matter

Hello Lovelies! Rainy days and Mondays always get me down. And today is the Mondayest Tuesday I've ever Tuesdayed, but this made me perk up. It's our boy Anthony! Showing that being blind-- and getting rained on-- aren't all bad:) https://www.facebook.com/reel/1812024789441148

Not just children. Children turn into adults. Injuries can heal, disabilities don't. We need to include the Disabled from cradle to the grave.  

Especially zero entry, and that includes curbs level to the sidewalk when 4 out of 6 parking lots in your community already have them. Also, weigh down the edges of your establishment's carpets before they curl up and trip somebody.

 Good Morning, Lovelies!     My insomnia and the fact that I am far  behind in sharing this story have inspired me to end my long silence. And I'm sure the black coffee I'm pretending to enjoy (I hate black coffee) is adding a little boldness to my heretofore speechless indignation.     Allow me to set the scene. Three or four weeks ago now, on a Sunday, I was enjoying myself with the usual group of friends who take me to their church and then treat me to lunch. One of said friends and I were in the elevator going up to the apartment home where lunch would be, just minding our own business and looking pretty normal except I had my walker.     Then I was reminded of one of the things I'm most  grateful I no longer have to deal with in my current situation-- you never know who'll be sharing the elevator with you or how they will greet you. Sometimes when I lived in a downtown building, just keeping your mouth shut in those situations was a matt...

Good morning, Lovelies! I present to you another little being for whom the world as it was-- was challenging. Sweet Antonia, the sweet Polar bear with Dwarfism:) The people running a German zoo saw her needs and worked around them. While the isolation is unfortunate because I'm sure Antonia has her lonely moments, at least she is safe and protected. In this world, that's almost as rare and wonderful as she is.  <iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/video.php?height=476&href=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Freel%2F1020520406926859%2F&show_text=true&width=267&t=0" width="267" height="591" style="border:none;overflow:hidden" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen="true" allow="autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowFullScreen="true"></iframe>

Hello Lovelies! This popped up in my Reels (I refuse to join the TikTockerverse) on Facebook and I fell in love. My favorite is the way he signs "eternity." Anecdotally, I've recently learned that using both hands engages the cerebellum, connecting both sides of the brain, which can help combat Dementia and general cognitive decline as we age. I am thus reminded of how none  of us can avoid the need for certain accommodations eventually. "Disability" comes to all of us all--just a lot earlier in some than in others. So it is unavoidable that beveled (cutout) curbs, ramps, and maybe even talking through gestures (i.e. sign language) becomes a necessary part of adapting to one's needs. Maybe if we all learned to sign, it would help us all live and function independently for as long as we like. <iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/video.php?height=476&href=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Freel%2F1058156156267750%2F&show_text=true&wi...