My road came to an unexpected halt on November 9, 2010.

On that day, I was bicycling to work when a garbage truck drove into a Philadelphia bike lane. I was in that bike lane.

A team of 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.

These words started me on my journey to walk again. Over time, they became a way of life.

I am a person with ability and disability. I travel in the space between. These are my postcards.

Thursday, April 30, 2020

Some Kind of... Cookies


Mile Marker 8460:

Don't just sit there, do something.  But what about when there's nothing we CAN do?

Mile 8,460 starts with a text from Nurse Deb, on the front lines. 

Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Bless Your Breath

Mile Marker 8425:

I'll cut right to the chase.

WEAR A MASK.

It's 8:05 AM, and I've just returned from a 1.6 mile walk.  But instead of feeling energized and ready for the day, I am simmering with anger.

Here's why...