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 [...]

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.  [...]

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, [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

Being six in 1954 was eventful. In the summer, my dad piled the three of us into our 1953 two-toned green DeSoto, full of the aroma of new car. We headed out to see my paternal grandmother, aunts and cousin in Texas, where my dad was born and raised, and then Utah, where my mother spent her middle childhood and [...]

In my junior year at art college, I took psychedelic drugs from time to time.  I lived with a fellow artist in Oakland for a while, an ex-boyfriend who also played in a bluegrass band, so there was always a lot of social life and artistic temperament floating around the house.  On one such “trip”, I was sitting in my [...]