A THOUSAND MILES: March 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.

Saturday, March 28, 2020

Mile Marker 8399:

Where are we?

Or more accurately, WHEN are we?

Oh. Hello Saturday.

Anyone else feel like the days should be wearing name tags this week?

Mile Marker 7525:

Pause. Rewind.

Remember a time when you knew exactly where you were going?