Those are the words on the band around my wrist. I’m not exactly sure where I am. I’m in a bed in a dimly lit room. My left leg hurts. My hands are bandaged, and I can see the fingers of my left hand, swollen and discolored, protruding slightly. I have IV tubes in my right arm. My head is throbbing with pain. The slight light coming through the crack in the curtain hurts my eyes. I look down and read the words again…
Read MoreOf course, I don’t mean unmask yourself when you’re sitting next to old uncle Charlie, what with his CPD and all.
Read More“Parents, teachers, bosses, physicians. Allow, no, encourage, those in your charge to risk falling. It is key to growth”
Read MoreThese words were spoken about me! Spoken by Mike Noyes, an off-duty fire fighter who stopped to help me by the roadside that August morning.
Read MoreSticks and stones will break my bones, but names will never hurt me. Actually, no, broken bones heal easier than a broken spirit.
Trauma can come in many forms.
Read More"I know this sounds weird, but getting hurt was one of the best things that ever happened to me. It really gave me a different perspective…”
—Megan Rapinoe
Read MoreI was being treated for what they call a mild traumatic brain injury, or TBI… A few times a week, while in the rehab hospital, I’d be taken down for an Speech Language Pathology session… I was stuck by how familiar this exercise is…
Read MoreThe doctor is athletic, young, handsome and fast moving. He is a surgeon, interested in seeing how the bones in my leg, ribs, and hands are healing. Competent, efficient and precise. I don’t like him.
Read MorePretend you’re writing a TED Talk, she said. So I did.
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