My friend Alejandra lives with her significant other, Nick, in Lower
Manhattan on Duane Street. Nick relies on a ventilator to breathe
(i.e: he will die without a ventilator). With the power out due to Hurricane Sandy, they are
relying on a backup battery that is charging across the street at the
fire station. They need people to go to the fire station, pick up the
battery...
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Your Words Have a Face. And That Face Is Me.
I am a cripple.
When I say this in common conversation, it usually elicits gasps and a swarm of people rushing to reassure me that of course I'm not a cripple! Oh, no, no, no, not me! I'm just different, you know? Certainly not crippled.
I don't know why people are so quick to tell...
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