Mile Marker 7975:
Some people make a packing list. I make an anxiety list.
Last spring, when Natalie and I bought our airline tickets, Copenhagen in November seemed like a fantastic idea. It was the land of Christmas markets, castles, and this mysterious thing called hygge.
The problem is... November.
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.