The following flash memoir was first published by Bright Flash Literary Review and is linked under "Other Work." I stare at the faces as they stare straight ahead. Examine them, take them in, an assembly of clones in row after row set out just for them. They’re just kids; they’ve never looked more like children, dressed up by their parents, silent and still, wide-eyed and utterly bewildered. Blindsided. No one prepared them for this. I’ve known them for years, but still, I

I haven’t written in a while. Actually, I have. That’s what I’m here to tell you. Near the end of last year, a friend (Thanks C!) encouraged me to submit a piece of writing to a Canadian magazine for their upcoming disability-themed issue. I reviewed the requirements and wrote a handful of pages on the metamorphosis of my view of the wheelchair, from disability device and enemy to freedom-maker and friend. She helped with editing, we went back and forth, and eventually, I sen

My cousin and his family were in town for a visit at the start of August. I haven’t seen him (them) in more than ten years and really,...