A few days ago, a friend of mine called me. She’d had a baby girl in April (also my birth month) who did not move her legs. 30 hours after giving birth, baby girl was whisked away to a children’s ward at another hospital for testing and poking etc etc. “I thought about you a lot in those days.” My friend said. They never figured out why baby girl wasn’t moving her legs, and the rest of her checked out fine, and she’s moving around bit by bit. “We’re letting her get used to gr

I don’t want to suggest that the highlights of our lives should be marked by their popularity. However, I do want to say that this selection of photos, based on the posts that you all liked the most this year, closely matches what I would choose as my own, personal highlights. I find that genuinely touching. I’m so glad I get to share these meaningful moments with you. Shall we recap? First. Love All The Way. What a massive triumph it is when you feel the urge to slam your he

Photo by Eli Mora It's International Day of Disabled Persons. This year's theme is “Empowering persons with disabilities and ensuring inclusion and equality.” I think about this every day. Empowerment, inclusion, equality. It's in every story I tell. In every adventure I have. Every relationship I am in has navigated it to some extent. The other day I was talking to a friend who said, "I don't even see you as disabled, you just sit a lot for someone so active.” "I think I kno

Dear Jesse, Happy Birthday. After you died, maybe a year later, I went to North Bay for a visit. Your mom and I drove to visit your grave. She was playing a cd her grief counselor had made of a selection of Mumford and Sons songs. They were her permission to still be grieving. /From Winter Winds: We'll be washed and buried one day my girl And the time we were given will be left for the world The flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by plague So let the memories be good fo