How can it be that the system—the one you paid into for twenty-plus years— doesn’t have remedies for people like you—normally highly employable, but momentarily in need of assistance?
Nowadays I am amazed by my former self’s blend of optimism and delusion. I wonder how I got the idea that kindergarten was some magical threshold where children and parents smoothly separate.
Standing for reason. Touching everyone all the time always. Twitter: not a great contribution to the historical record. Will technology put an end to disability? A discussion with Slate. How…
Medical museums tend to be short on art and long on the preserved remains of bodies with diseases or deformities. Riva Lehrer, an artist with spina bifida, wants to change…
One summer day in 1985, a doctor calls my mother and tells her that there is empty space where parts of my brain should be. “I don’t understand it,” he…
“Sorry,” she said as she passed me in the entrance to the women’s room. “That’s my husband in the other stall. Don’t mind him.” She was going back to her car.