I am a mother. I am disabled. I am sometimes a disabled mother. Isla went back to nursery school today, after mid-winter break. I enjoyed having her home for three days. I’m also enjoying being able to write this post in silence, without cartoons in the background, while she is at school. This morning we had our usual cuddles with TV and waffles before what Isla calls ‘the team effort’ to get her dressed. She’s hopping around, pulling her jeans…
And so, I’ve been thinking of a P.S. to add to yesterday’s post. I know I’m not the only person out there who deals with access issues. Here are some things I’ve actually said to people who own businesses that are kindasortamaybe or completely inaccessible. Try these next time you’re out: Could you please remove the bucket/sandwich-board/freaky-looking naked mannequin. It’s a toilet, not a bin. No, dude. I just use it for the parking. Thank you for putting us to…
As part of my own self-care for anxiety issues, I read a lot on things to do to de-stress. A lot of these lists that I find rely heavily on running/walking/hiking/getting into interesting yoga poses. To that I say screw you whatever works. My point is, all that outward-bound shit doesn’t work for me as a wheelchair-user. Here’s what does: This list contains affiliate links. As an Amazon Associate I earn from qualifying purchases. Read my disclousure here. Writing. With…
The first thing we thought about when planning THE TRIP was finding a wheelchair-accessible place to stay on Long Island. I love my Mom, but having three extra people in her house would not be a clever thing to do. We thought about renting a room in a house, but couldn’t find a place accessible for me that was also kid-friendly. Now. I like staying in hotels. I especially like staying in hotels rooms with bathrooms I can take a…
If we were having coffee and ask you how your week’s been treating you? I’d tell you I looked in the mirror this week, and it’s actually dawned on me that I’m actually 36. My kid is nearly 3. Next month, Neil and I are married four years. Seems longer. And not long enough. Did I mention that I spilled coffee on Frank the laptop and I’m back on Truman the Giant Desk Top? It’s actually meant more writing has…
