Broken Lives Matter

Hello lovelies!     I love this image for the lesson. Plus calling someone "the dude" is charming. Quick update on the curb leveling project. There is a semi-promising sign. Somehow a little plastic ramp with a lip that extends over the top of the raised curb, so as to level it, has been placed next to the crossed out white markings for mobility aids. Um...good? I hope this means what I think it means.     I think  it means that workers will come by when the weather is consistently warm and level the entire curb, as promised. That this little yellow bare minimum of accommodation will eventually be removed. It's not even immovable! I nudged it with my foot and it was easily re-positioned. I hope this isn't their answer. To my request.      My request was that the powers that be with my living situation accommodate me and others like me who need a beveled curb in front of my building. Just as Offerman told his fan on bended knee. I've found my self-...

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Hello lovelies! Just got back from a little mini getaway; I met some wonderful people, had some good food, and even indulged in some precious little souvenirs. I felt "normal":) But I did way, way, way too much walking with the walker. Everything hurts. Slept for 13 hours...well on my way back to health.  <iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/post.php?href=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2FMisaOnWheels%2Fposts%2Fpfbid02UFNxgQB22X9e8oEngjNmQsJ8EmyvyzX7uh2Cv47KGSeEg3kkbGZQ6CuNaXppvLSvl&show_text=true&width=500" width="500" height="447" style="border:none;overflow:hidden" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen="true" allow="autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; picture-in-picture; web-share"></iframe>

Hello Lovelies!    Following a new lady on FaceBook, Misa On Wheels , whose latest post has my mind  absolutely spinning. There is so  much I could say! This speaks to me as a disabled woman navigating a severely Ableist world, and as a "nearly wed," who would have been married 13 years this October. Michael and I would--arguably should--be celebrating our anniversary this fall by going to some exotic locale or by me making him my meatloaf:*( Instead, I don't even have a grave to visit, since his family opted out of a traditional burial and did not separate his ashes.    This picture speaks to me most poignantly for another reason at this age. My legs are not as  reliable as they used to be, and my balance has never  been reliable. In all likelihood, these days, I would have to be the girl in this picture on my wedding day. Would that make me any less the blushing bride? Would that make Michael an embarrassed groom? Should anyone feel that way on...

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