A Man of Few Words

When my dad called me last week to tell me that my grandfather was in the hospital, I wasn’t all that concerned.  Pops was a tough guy, and he had survived a stroke and numerous other health problems throughout the years.  The next day, my dad called again.  The news...

Sometimes “Cruelty” is Kind

When I was diagnosed with cerebral palsy at eighteen months of age, my family embarked on a whole new world.  This strange new place was one where my parents had never been before.  “Disability” became part of their everyday vocabulary, as their child had...