Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Now Appearing in the Washington Post


The wheelchair is freedom. Over the years, we have become one, Little Red and I: cyborg. After all this time, she seems to move in response to my simplest wish -- cradling me sweetly, all power and promise, rolling me toward another adventure. Yes, everything is all right down here, "boob-high to the world," as my wife calls the place I occupy.

Read the complete essay here.
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