Disabled Chronicles, No.13076 - Sandra Jean-Pierre | Digital Artist & Writer of Words.
Having been fed, migraine-medicated and Nephew-tight seat belted in, I rolled out my front door and eyed the sky with suspicion. I wondered what passing rain cloud would baptize my new controller or douse my new shoes. I gripped my standard take-along washcloth in one hand and pushed my joystick forward with the other. No time to think what could go wrong. Time to go. I decided to brave the unstable elements and retrieve a pre-made gluten free cake fromContinue reading
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