On Tuesday a 7-year old looked up at me and said “Mrs. Henry, I feel bad that you have a blind eye.” And for a moment, I wasn’t sure how to respond. “I’m okay, though. You don’t need to feel bad. This is just how I am and I’m okay with that” I say, ushering him out the door of… Read more →
There’s a common thread in media about disabled lives – and it’s the notion that a disabled life is not worth living. In superhero stories there are disabled people whose lives are worth living because their disabilities transcend their disabled experience. Daredevil and Iron Man are both great examples of this. It’s not a fantastic tale to tell, and I… Read more →
So here I am, watching my new favorite Horror Crack – Sleepy Hollow. The first scene is a nightmare, it is a scary scene where Ichabod is interviewing someone in an interrogation room. Our favorite new Lieutenant enters the room, and sees that Ichabod’s eyes are clouded over. Just like mine. That is when I stop watching. I am so… Read more →
