Coming Soon…

Shadow of My Former Self

One day when I was 19, I took a ride on a motorcycle and lost what was then the greatest part of becoming a woman. In the collision that cost my friend Mark Robinson his life, I was thrown 20 feet into the air and hit a telephone pole, shattering my pelvis and breaking both my legs. Three weeks later I survived to become what is termed by the medical community, a “hemipelvectomy.”

Shadow of My Former Self is the story of the first year after the “impact,” from the morning of the accident through hospitalizations, amputations, and artificial legs, to my return to classes at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst.  Trying to reconstruct the wild girl who grew  Catholic in a Jewish and Italian town north of Boston, the book includes flashbacks to Revere,  Massachusetts.  I focus on body image, beauty, grief, and the attempt to recreate my shattered self.

I will be putting up chapters of the book periodically, so keep checking back to see more! This book will eventually be  in print, so this version which will take us through more than a third way through the text will become a teaser for the book in print, which is too expensive right now, but  if we are making money from Have Crutch Will Travel, others may like it enough to get this writer some money to advance my publishing business.

Poems, Prayers, Prosthetics; An Adventure

“Not many people have the misfortune, or privilege, however you feel about it, to own and operate an artificial appendage. But those of us who do, through design or default, are privy to a few “different” experiences in life that can sometimes fall into the category of humorous. Or to the more pristine soul, morbidly funny to hilarious.

For us, prosthetics is not just another dirty word, nor a dirty profession, just an expensive and tongue-tripping name for that counterfeit ‘thing’ that we strap onto our otherwise healthy bodies to take the place of that one, two or more fleshly outgrowths called limbs that we have somehow managed to lose in our lifetimes. Or temporarily misplace, if you believe the Christian Scientists that it all comes back to you.

‘Is that a sprain?’ an innocent young man asked me in Aspen one crisp winter night as I hobbled gracelessly on the ice on my crutches…”

Click Here to Continue Reading

My Viewpoint: “Real Gimps”

From Regional Mobility Magazine, December, 1985

“We all joke around about relative levels of disability. Above-the-knee amputees (ak’s) will joke around about below-the-knee amputees: “B-ks are almost human.” But let’s face it. Sometimes even a b-k feels like a real gimp.

I once met a freestyle skier who had blown her knee out the previous season and was three-tracking during her convelescence. She liked it so much, she started to call herself handicapped…”

Click Here to Continue Reading