Scoot, scoot, scooter! Part III of III

Part III (of Three Installments) I bought a smaller scooter called a TravelScoot three years ago. It’s like a tricycle with a very small motor, and runs on a lithium battery which weighs about 5 1/2 lbs. I have the second smallest model; there is one for people who are less than four feet tall, and a larger model for [...]

October 7th, 2019|

Scoot, scoot scooter! Part II

Part 2 of 3   I sometimes rent a large, heavy scooter when we travel, particularly at a venue like Yosemite, where the trails, even if paved, can be either rough, uneven, gravelly or have soft dirt. These scooters usually have four wheels so are quite stable, and like the Go-Go, they automatically stop and brake on an incline when [...]

September 22nd, 2019|

Scoot, scoot, scooter! Part 1 of 3

Scoot, scoot, scooter! Part I (of Three Installments) I have become a big promoter (well, in my small world) of mobility scooters. I’ve used a few different ones and have some opinions and experiences I’ll share, in case you are thinking about using or buying one yourself or know someone you think might need one. I used to wear myself [...]

September 12th, 2019|


I try to stay away from politics in my blogs.  There’s a certain amount of political opinion in my book, but I have attempted to keep posts on my site entirely about disability—which is a political issue, but I like to let people just hear my stories and form their own opinions. However, I’m having some thoughts about discriminatory attitudes.  [...]

July 2nd, 2019|

The crippled kid goes to camp

At Camp Me Wa Hi (“by the water in the hills” in some native American tongue, or a pidgin language they'd made up), the Camp Fire Girls’ camp I attended in grammar school summers, even tripping over a rock became relevant to my spiritual journey. I tripped and fell throughout my life so often I could not begin to count, [...]

May 28th, 2019|

Sunday school obfuscations

I liked going to church when I was little because I’d see my friends and I liked, to some extent, dressing up once a week. I didn’t like listening to the sermons in the early part of the morning, before we broke up for classes, and Mama was always telling me to sit still, which didn’t seem necessary to me [...]

April 23rd, 2019|

Water baby

The first actual full-sized deep-water swimming pool I encountered was the Russells’ (not their real name) pool next door to my best friend Daralyn’s house, when I was about eight.   (This is not counting the ten-inch-deep wading pool complete with metal seats in the corners, that Daralyn’s aunt had in her driveway for us kids, where we made up water [...]

April 9th, 2019|

The deadly tent peg

One of the many physical mishaps of my childhood, given I fell frequently, was the run-in with The Deadly Tent Peg, when I was around seven or eight. My best friend Daralyn’s brothers had set up a tent in their back yard, three houses down the block from our home. A bunch of us kids were playing some game where [...]

March 26th, 2019|
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