Let me tell you a sad story, with a solid, uplifting call to action at the end.
This blog is a personal record of the life of a chronically ill (chronically awesome), disabled, dyslexic, doctoral student and entrepreneur.
I share the beautiful moments, and the hard ones. It's unfiltered, and extremely uncensored.
Enjoy!
Let me tell you a sad story, with a solid, uplifting call to action at the end.
Because having your voice heard isn't just for the privileged. Or it shouldn't be...
A quick rundown of H.R. 620 and what it *really* means for disabled people
Warning: Be prepared to swoon. Because this bitch is breaking through some heavy shit with empowering photography
Never underestimate the relentless nature of an over-caffeinated, determined, disabled babe
Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero
Devastation, heart break, and learning that it's okay for things to be not okay.
On being fierce, unapologetic, and extremely weird, and all the pain and freedom that's caused.
It's like NPR's pledge week, but I'm a lot cuter.
A listicle (which is a word I despise) of your tip 5 most-read posts of 2017.
Thanks for such a great year! Here's to 2018. *cheers*
"At some point, willful ignorance becomes ableism." An eloquent rage-dump about the lack of accessibility in public spaces, and what architects, designers, scientists, you, and I can do better.
or "How To Not (Accidentally) Be An Ableist Douche"
Reflections on a love lost, an arduous journey, and all that has been gained.
Attending your gig, talk, show is more than just taking time off work, & I want you to know what it means.
Come party on my yacht! Just kidding, I have to borrow my friend's kayak.
(also, shop small/local this holiday season for goodness sake!)