Special places of the mind, feet and … wheels

Of late I’ve been thinking of special, secret places I’ve loved in the past, wondering why it’s so difficult to find such a spot now. When I was a child we had a forested area on the hill behind our eastern Massachusetts home.  That’s where my grandmother and mother would take my brother and me … Continue reading Special places of the mind, feet and … wheels

Polio blogs 5: In which my reintegration into life lurches along

When Boston’s Children’s Hospital deposited me and my small bag of belongings onto the  sidewalk with my mother I was about to leave a place where all the other kids had handicaps like mine, and the adults had the job of equipping us to get around in our new state of paralysis. Nobody asked questions … Continue reading Polio blogs 5: In which my reintegration into life lurches along