Healed into a wheelchair
She wheeled me through the exhibits in the chair we’d borrowed from the front desk. It felt to me like a miracle: not that I was in the chair—I’d needed…
She wheeled me through the exhibits in the chair we’d borrowed from the front desk. It felt to me like a miracle: not that I was in the chair—I’d needed…
I often marvel at the extravagance in nature. Gold, peach, and red splash across the sky, the low sun tinting dark woods or reflecting off brick and cement and glass…
There are those times in life when you’re thrust into new spaciousness. You’re born, say, or you retire, or you go off on sick leave or move homes or lose…