Sunday morning I woke up and realized I had forgotten to create my post the night before. So I looked through my list of links I had saved for future posts, but none seemed quite right. There are several I am anxious to share with all of you, but am holding those for later. And I decided I wanted to share a post on disability, so of course I began to search disability blogs. Huffington and Slate and Time have excellent articles, but if you really want to get to the heart of an issue, turn to personal blogs. They can be crude, irreverent, but often beautiful. They aren’t writing for money or publicity, they’re writing to share the inner most corners and nooks of their hearts.
In my research I found the disability-centered blog of Dave Hingsburger, and though he has many excellent posts regarding what it’s like to live in a world were being disabled is being an “other”, the post he shared on Valentine’s day particularly struck me. As it is so personal and evoked such a visceral feeling in me, I felt I must gain Dave’s permission to share it on my own blog. Dave didn’t get back to me until last night, so I am sharing this post today. It is a bit long, but hit me deeply with it’s pain. I feel it is a very important read for anyone who celebrated their Valentine’s Day with the one they love. Not everyone has always had the freedom to express such emotions.
Lenten Challenge 2016
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Post #3: Dalia Mogahed and why she wears a hijab
Post #4: Why diversity in Children’s Literature really Matters
Post #5: The Emotional Toll of Growing Up Black in America