Lay of the Land

Lay of the Land

At the Gate

WHEELCHAIRS IN WILD SPACES in wild spaces shouldn’t be an anomaly some thirty years since the Americans with Disabilities Act, but here I am, in front of another gate, asserting my right Continue reading

Lay of the Land
a multicolored look through a kaleidoscope. A wheel with pink, green, and blue streaks.

Adaptive Joy

Grief lives in the body; crip grief lives in the crip body. And I am working out my crip grief by moving in a crip way on this land, on this trike. Continue reading

Lay of the Land
Bellingham ocean at dusk, blue everywhere, with islands of the Puget Sound in the background.

A Drinkable Beauty

MY HOMETOWN of Bellingham, Washington, is a last corner of the continental United States, a final chew of land before the long drink of the Pacific. We’re bound to the west by Continue reading

Lay of the Land

Martian Dreams

Underlying these exploratory aims were grander dreams of conquest, I found—no longer just fanciful speculation. Continue reading