“Welcome to Dick’s Sporting Goods, do you have a rewards card with us?” My time working at the cash register in high school could easily be split into two categories: Before and After bonuses were introduced to cashiers as incentive…
“Are you moving your hand?” Stephanie asked as she shot up out of her chair. I had been staring intently at my left hand resting on the armrest of my wheelchair, squinting my face in an attempt to move it.…
What if I had been born a thousand years ago, a hundred years ago, or even 50 years ago? Without the use of my arms and legs, I don’t know what I would possibly even be able to do on…
Where did everyone go? Were readers bored? Was I not offering anything of value? Was I really off the grid for that long? After returning from a lengthy absence from writing earlier this year, I was not sure what to…
