There is nothing “normal” about social distancing in most cultures, but having to distance disrupted virtually every aspect of life: of loving and comforting; of the way we conduct business; of the way we access education; and with or without masks, the way we communicate.
Today, on the 4th of July, I ask you; “Could blindness be what we truly need right now?” Blind from race, blind from religious intolerance, blind from gender labels, blind from political divisiveness, blind from hatred of those unlike us? Our unique backgrounds bring “legacy” ideals of what our world should be — some that divide us, some that unite us.
AAC has moved many mountains in my short lifetime and I’m forever grateful for the innovations Tobii Dynavox has made. We are in the midst of a pivotal shift in our world, and we MUST be allowed to use our voices and our minds to make a difference. Today, communication is more than just one-on-one or even group interactions — it is the central purpose of most connections through social media. It is about having the independence to explore and share your own experiences, thoughts, and feelings with the world via the Internet and life enriching apps.
Consider this: how we relate to the Paralymians of the 21st century originated from how the early Grecians, founders of the first Olympic games and classical philosophy, understood the world around them. Their belief that everything was composed of the four most fundamental elements — Air, Fire, Water and Earth — was supported by…
Instead of sharing my life’s story of overcoming obstacles in honor of Cerebral Palsy Awareness day, I’m going to spice it up a bit. Spending my 21st birthday in Napa Valley in California taught me two important life lessons… 1. Life is too short not to enjoy good...
As we celebrate International Women’s Day, what piece of the Glass Ceiling do you represent in the mosaic? What narrative has been assigned to your life… are you a survivor… a healer … the victim… a student … an athlete … a creator … are you a motivator… dissenter … a protestor… or a uniter?
Reflections deceive in self-defeat
Crafted by glass intended to crack
Whispers and cracklings of self longing
To be undefined by the definitions of society
Reflected by the notions we are not
My journey as an undergraduate came to the underwhelming zoom! zoom! zoom! fueled COVID-19 finish line a month ago, after the fears of the world came crashing upon us, the Class of 2020. I’m finally ready for the both of us to gaze into the rearview mirror, to reflect upon the energy, the drive, the strategy for winning the trophy and graduating from college.
We made life happen there, with advocacy, and successes and hopes and dreams, and challenges met head-on that most students would never face. Home is home, and it’s always hard to say good-bye, especially since there was no one left to say good-bye to. But we will meet again, and remember Cypress Hall. And yes, I turned out the lights…