I live inside a construction zone.
My windows are coated with dust, and the air smells of exhaust. The view from my balcony looks like feeding time at Jurassic Park.
And there's no escape...
My road came to an unexpected halt on November 9, 2010.
I was bicycling to work that morning when a garbage truck drove into a Philadelphia bike lane. I was in that bike lane.
Trauma surgeons saved my life, but they had to amputate my left leg above the knee. The accident changed my body and health forever.
The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.
For more than a decade, that journey has become my way of moving through the world.
I am a person with ability and disability. I travel in the space between. These are my postcards.