There are days that being paralyzed blows. There is no other polite way to say it. It’s so much more than not being able to stand up, walk or run. There’s the chronic bladder infections and urinary tract infections and poor circulation with threats of blood clots. There’s bowel accidents…

Yes, Cory and I want to rear children one day. And yes, I can carry a full term pregnancy as a quadriplegic. But just because I can doesn’t mean I should–and in fact I’ve opted out of this life experience. It may sound selfish but I don’t want to risk my health for the sake […]

Each time my husband leaves town I’m reminded of how helpless and clumsy I am. That’s because I drop nearly everything, all the time, so much to the point its embarrassing… even when no one is watching. A pen, my phone, the remote control to the TV, keys, drinks, sunglasses, a toothbrush, a fork–there’s really […]

I’m often asked what happens to my wheelchair upon boarding an airplane. The answer is: like luggage, it is tagged and shoved into the bottom of the airplane–and I do mean shoved. While everyone else looks for places overhead to stow their over-sized travel bags, I wait for the thud that is my wheelchair being […]

Recently at a party in Los Angeles, a wined enhanced woman-child trapped me in the corner of the room to preach about name changing and its terrible traditions. It was in her opinion that a woman should not take her husband’s last name simply because of marriage, and that doing so displayed weakness. Listening, it […]

Besides appearing to be a pompous asshole and having a hand in Ann Curry’s morning news departure, Matt Lauer has been misinforming viewers about paralysis for decades. And for this, I loathe him and his leg-crossing ways. To be fair I haven’t watched anything Lauer since Curry-Gate so perhaps he has changed his ways… on […]

My husband Cory and I share an incredibly peaceful living situation. It’s quite an amazing feat considering we both work from home and are literally together all day, every day. Our routine goes something like this…

Imagine entering a parking garage and having to stop behind a black Toyota Sienna. It appears the person in the driver’s seat is grabbing his/her ticket. So you wait a minute. You wait three minutes. You wonder, What is the hold hold up? You honk your horn. You stick your head out the driver window in attempt to get a glimpse of the moron in front of you who is wasting your precious time. You wait one more minute, but…