Just when I think I've had an uneventful week as an amputee and cancer survivor, and therefore experiencing a bit of writer's block as I try to put together a post for this weekly blog, a stranger walks up to me and changes that. To the dude who came up to me while I was dancing at an EDM show Friday night and told me I am an inspiration to him, I thank you, sir, for inspiring this blog post...

It’s been a few weeks since my last face first meeting with the pavement, and my bruised baby leg and ego are healing quite nicely. Now for the hard part, getting my butt off the comfy couch where I’ve been nursing my injuries and watching way too much true crime...

We're all scared of something, actually, lots of things. But a new amputee is most scared of falling. I thought after 4+ years, I was past that fear. In that time, I've learned how to push a weighted sled, wear mini-high heels, and dance with a cocktail-filled disco ball in my hand. Why am I just now experiencing the bad kind of heart flutters while walking on an uneven path?...

This year, the Olympic and Paralympic Games are being held in Paris, making quite the elegant, dreamy backdrop for the world's most beloved and prestigious sporting event. But it's not the carrying of the flame or the elaborate opening ceremony that draws in viewers; it's hope that does that...

Last week, I told you all about my favorite compliment. The kind where a stranger stops to tell me they like my "sparkly leg." It got me thinking more in-depth about compliments and how we form them. All those kind words of admiration floating around in our heads but not always spoken out loud. Why aren't we sharing them? ...

It's sweaty summer again, and I live in the oven they call Florida, so jeans have been pretty much banned since at least April. Kiki, my prosthetic, is getting lots of stage time while I live in shorts, and that means more stares. But what it also means is more compliments...

Last week, I had my first oncology follow-up that involved zero anxiety. It felt so damn good, I had to take a moment to remind myself that I might be busy, but I'm not busy being sick or thinking that I'm sick or recovering from anything, and that feels freaking fantastic…

It’s almost scan week. This used to happen every three months, but recently, I graduated to every six months, which technically gives me more time to panic when I feel a strange pain. But yet, something magical happened recently. I felt a deep pain in my residual limb, and, well, I didn’t panic…

There is a global IT outage currently affecting airlines, banks, and airports. A tragic humanitarian crisis is playing out in Gaza. I just scheduled my next oncology scans, and as I write this, we are still unsure if we actually have a democratic candidate for the 2024 US elections. There are plenty of things one could be worried about or even stressed about…

When new amputees and cancer survivors are in the thick of healing, every day can feel endless. Progress happens so slowly that it can be easy to spiral in an afternoon if you don't have enough tasks to keep yourself preoccupied…

July is Disability Pride Month, and as an amputee who not only lives with a disability daily but blogs about it, makes connections with others because of it, and does her best to rise above the struggles that come along with it, I feel qualified to unpack what it means to me…

Many of my favorite online creators have recently voiced their frustration with strangers asking for their limb loss stories. You've heard me say it before, but I'm going to say it again because some people in the back haven't heard us yelling and still think it's OK to have us relive our trauma to satisfy their morbid curiosity…