Stalled

Hell hath no fury like a woman with a full bladder and nowhere to empty it. Scrap that: hell hath no fury like a wheelchair-using woman waiting for someone to vacate the only accessible stall in a public washroom with plenty of unoccupied toilets. And can you blame her/them/me? It's hard enough to locate a … Continue reading Stalled →

Snowy Sabbatical

I’ve made it more than half a block from my building exactly once in the past seven days: last Saturday, when, for a glorious few hours between snowstorms, the sidewalks were clear enough to navigate on my power wheelchair. And then, on my way home from the thrift store (I’m on the hunt for nice … Continue reading Snowy Sabbatical →