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.
Sunday, February 23, 2020
Wow, I walk great in these socks!
Let me stop right there.
If you have a prosthetic leg, don't walk in socks. And if you do walk in socks, don't carry soup. And if you do carry soup while walking in socks...