Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Life is not always a bowl of cherries, but...

ProfessirX shows how some quadriplegics can eat them using tenodesis to grasp objects.

Really like what he has to say about respect between quads.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

My aide, the artist

One of my aides is an artist. She is only able to work seasonally for me, since she is attending college more than a commute away, but when she's here we occasionally have a chance to put her artistic skills to use.

Most of the time, however, that's not the case. But whether she's washing dishes or writing out a note with an illustration, I always see her as an artist. I wonder if she knows that.

Guess she does now.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

The No Show

I wrote this poem for folks living with disabilities whose aides have pulled a no show or whose funding has been cut off for help and for those who can't imagine being a person waiting for help that never comes

It is true what they say
There is work no one wants to do
That is why no one showed up
To feed you all day

The builders are out back
Their noise the only sound of life
Til they leave at dusk

By 5 am there still is no food no rest
Just echoes of hammers on nails
Chain saws buzzing
Floor planks dropping in place
Good work done proudly

By 8am the hammers are flying
The crew back on the job
They can build a room in weeks
But no one can show up to make you a sandwich
Or put you in bed

Don't be that way they say
Let the hammering drown out the rumble of your stomach
As you roll toward the window
Waiting for help that never comes

Copyright 2011 Ruth Harrigan