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So many of the metaphors we use that come from the body and bodily experience are ableist and predicated upon a notion of “normal.” In educational systems, that idea of “normal” has led to serious accessibility issues, to separate and unequal classrooms.
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To brand myself with something I feared and sought to subdue seemed like a reclamation.
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Television babysat our family—our thirteen-channel set, reception via a rooftop antenna.
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“The book is about the complicated problem of loving.”
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My hands grow cold and rigid. In those blue-tinged palms, I can see my future.
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Sycamore wrote this book long before pandemic time, and yet it couldn’t have arrived at a better moment.
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Destiny O. Birdsong discusses her debut poetry collection, NEGOTIATIONS.
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“A poem is like a vision test—its vision is either clear or it’s not.”
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Amy Long discusses her debut book, CODEPENDENCE.
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Greg Mania discusses his debut memoir, BORN TO BE PUBLIC.
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Abi Palmer discusses her new book, SANATORIUM.
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Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison discuss their work.
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“I don’t think I know how to write if I’m not guided by sound—that’s when it feels like I’m flailing or straining.”
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“What does disabled look like?”
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In a lot of ways, I kind of gave up on my body.
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There is something so incredibly comforting about the honesty in Huber’s voice.
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What happens when the source of grief comes from within?
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Daniel Gumbiner discusses his debut novel, THE BOATBUILDER.
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Amy B. Scher discusses her memoir, This Is How I Save My Life, what to do when all available treatments have failed, Trump’s presidency, and the power to heal.
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Andrea J. Buchanan discuss The Beginning of Everything and processing trauma through narrative.
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Somewhere along the way, the salty fresh sea breezes of the beach are replaced by the drier, more metallic air of my mother’s neighborhood. It might as well be a different continent.
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Pain moved into my body five years ago. It wasn’t the whack of an anvil or the burn of a scraped knee. This pain sat warmly on the surface of my hands, and reached up to my elbows like evil pink evening gloves.
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