Hannah, we have a problem.

 There is a gigantic meteorite heading towards me. I can't move. Not one inch of my body will budge from it's current position. My brain hasn't registered the hurling mass that is, at present, hurtling through space and time towards my current location. In short, I'm screwed.  No, I haven't turned into a doomsday predictor… Continue reading Hannah, we have a problem.

(Dis)Ability

Labels. They're on everything and, thanks to the digital age, everyone. I'm not talking about those sticky things that you put on your shirt at mixers that say "Hi, My name is:" I'm talking about social labels that we metaphorically stick on each other to describe and classify them. I am not a stranger of being… Continue reading (Dis)Ability