Mile Marker 6500:
After all these miles, there are still days when I cry in my car. Or curse. (It's true. Sorry mom.)
Today is one of those days.
My road came to an unexpected halt on November 9, 2010.
That morning, I was bicycling to work when a garbage truck turned across a city bike lane. I was in that bike lane.
A team of trauma surgeons saved my life, but they had to amputate my left leg. My body and life were forever changed.
The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.
As I learned to walk again, I measured my recovery in steps and then miles. Over time that journey grew into something more -- a way of being in the world, wherever I go.
I am a person of ability and disability. I travel in the space between. These are my postcards.
Monday, July 23, 2018
Saturday, July 14, 2018
Cucumbers & Ranch
Labels:
adaptation,
food,
foster mom,
happiness,
independence,
loss,
Philly
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