posted on January 1, 2009 - 4:03pm
At a small shop inside a large mall in the Mexican state of Sonora, I drove up to the counter in my electric wheelchair, lifted the aluminum can of soda up onto the counter and put down 20 pesos beside it. As the friendly older lady handed me the change, I asked her if she would pop the top for me, seeing as this small task wasn’t possible for me to do. She was glad to do this, but at...

Dating when you have a disability

posted on March 1, 2007 - 1:07pm
QUEST Vol. 14, No. 2
On a fall day in 2000, I, an adventure-seeking country girl, moved from rural Pennsylvania to the Big Apple. Bright-eyed and fun-loving, having spent all of my 22 years in a wheelchair, I’d tasted independence in college and was oh-so-eager to spread my wings and fly to the unfamiliar, inviting New York City.