AWOL The young man sat down beside me in the aisle seat. He’d stowed a small carry-on bag in the overhead compartment but kept his shiny white Marine cap on his lap. The stewardess came around and asked if she could put the peaked cap in the bin above his head. The young man politely refused and placed it under read more >>

Table for One When I am downtown, working in my studio, I often walk down the stairs of the Flatiron Building, step outside on the sidewalk, and walk the few steps to Chai Pani, Asheville’s popular “street” Indian food joint. I usually get a mango lassi, or a local brew, to go with my samosa and the fabulous Chicken Parsi read more >>

Donut I met Matt outside the stadium. He gave me my ticket and we walked through the gate. “Take Me Out to The Ball Park” blared over the speakers. Ross and Heidi appeared with beers in hand. “Let’s go in,” someone suggested. Joking, I said, “All I ask for is not get hit in the head…” Ross looked at me read more >>

Ramp Two friendly carpenters took down the ramp the day before. The ramp had been built by friends four years prior, just days after our accident. We’d ridden our wheelchairs onto it, limped our way up and down its gentle slop—first with walkers, then canes, then on our own two legs, hand grasping a railing for support. For the last read more >>

Team Player The fathers of my son’s teammates keep ignoring me. I walk up to one pair and say hello. They grunt back “hey” and then wait silently for me to move on. I hear them start back up their conversation after only a few steps. Two more pretend not to see me. Another father, at halftime, stressed by our read more >>