A THOUSAND MILES: January 2020

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.

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

Closing Time

Mile Marker 8144:

I am crying over a rock gym.

I know it's just a beat-up old building with high ceilings and faded rock holds. But I can't help it.

I'm just not ready to say goodbye.