Stripped

I wake this morning, head fuzzy from sleep. Rolling out of bed, I trudge towards the kitchen. Before getting the kids up and going, I glance at my phone. Notification after notification clenches my stomach until it’s a tight ball. I can’t read any of these articles. I swipe to clear and slam my phone down.… Continue reading Stripped

Punished for being disabled

You make the decision to have children, and from that point, your children consume you. You want to give them every opportunity. You want them to succeed. You ultimately want them to be happy and healthy. But when you’re a disabled parent, you’re often punished for daring to be disabled. My husband and I both have a… Continue reading Punished for being disabled

Woman is a dirty word

My nine-year-old is obsessed with Titanic. Really, all shipwrecks, but it all started with the Titanic. A single documentary I put on for the boys two years ago simply to occupy them, and here we are, inundated with books and documentaries and toys about shipwrecks. My husband and I discussed letting him watch the 1997… Continue reading Woman is a dirty word

Hooray for Hollywood

Hooray for Hollywood Interview after interview has celebrities declaring movies need to be back in theatres. Many insist a communal in-person theatre experience is the only way to enjoy films. Is it though? My kids love going to the movie theatre. The plush recliners that ease back with a slick push of a button. An… Continue reading Hooray for Hollywood

Disabled and doing fine: I’m not in need of misguided affirmations

Hey, non-disabled peeps, disabled adult here. I’m not a child; please stop speaking to me like I’m in Kindergarten. Doesn’t matter what my disability is, it’s never okay to speak to adults like this. And I certainly don’t care about your hang-ups surrounding disability. Stop. Speaking. To. Me. Like. I’m. A. Child. The school year… Continue reading Disabled and doing fine: I’m not in need of misguided affirmations

F! I’m 40

I lay-out in the backyard, sun sizzling along my body. Bia and Nicki Minaj thump out my pink, portable speaker, giving me permission to rock this bikini. I’m 40; I’m a mom; Fuck yes, I’m wearing this bikini. Shit, am I 40? Today’s my 40th birthday. Forty years seeking an identity. Forty years defying expectations.… Continue reading F! I’m 40

Why Structured Discovery should be grounded in justice

***Content Warning: this article discusses sexual and verbal abuse. Carley Mullin is a certified blind cane travel instructor who works with children and adults. In this article, she argues that supporting survivors of sexual assault is not only crucial but in line with the principles of the National Federation of the Blind. Why Structured Discovery… Continue reading Why Structured Discovery should be grounded in justice

Give a cheer for all the broken

**TW/CW: Discussion of depression, bullying, suicidal ideation/suicide *Originally published in 13th Floor, spring 2014 Hold on. And you don’t know what you’re waiting for, but you don’t want to know more. Hold on. From Hold On by Good Charlotte Slipping into the forgotten, hearing only the silence, too many seek the solace of whispered graves.… Continue reading Give a cheer for all the broken

Extending Disability representation: Removing sexism, ableism and white supremacy from our own representation

I often write about identity. My identity, specifically. How so much of my identity is wrapped up in body image and appearance. My mind and emotions wrestle on a daily basis, determined to erase one another. Only a handful of people know my inner turmoil. Rarely do I speak about the dysfunction whipping about inside… Continue reading Extending Disability representation: Removing sexism, ableism and white supremacy from our own representation