I am among the people lucky enough to have been born able-bodied. Like a lot of us, I have generally taken for granted that my body would work the way I wanted, when I wanted it to. And sometimes got snippy when it didn’t. Hello, entitlement! Oh, there have been minor inconveniences. I inherited both…
It is one thing to take a variety of buses to your destination if you are relatively young and able-bodied; it is a whole ‘nother ballgame if you are shepherding an elderly relative who may not be in the best of health.
The whole idea of death by beheading both fascinates me and creeps me out. Like, some theories say you can still think for a few seconds, after they separate your head from your body. How do you greet your death with equanimity, being alive one moment, and knowing you will be dead in another?
The problem wasn’t the vocabulary we knew we had to learn, like “loo” or “water closet” for bathroom/toilet. It was the words we didn’t know we had to learn.
Having planned carefully (so I thought) I found some things I packed for my three week trip to Europe turned out to be super-helpful – and other things, much less so. Learn now from my mistakes, kids. The Baggalini purse on the left was awesome, with pockets for EVERYTHING. Comfortable, lightweight, adjustable strap… I would…