Michelle Renee Kidwell
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Abled does not mean enabled. Disabled does not mean less abled.” ― Khang Kijarro Nguyen
Fighting to end ableism, one, poem, story, article at a time. Will you join me?
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Like Letters Written in the Sand:Part Five
Something about being with Clarence made Anna-leis forget, even if for a brief period of time, everything she had experienced, or at least made it more bearable. Even when she felt ugly, Clarence made her believe that she was beautiful. But she was anything but ugly, and it was his job to help her see that, and to prepare her for life in the world. Without Clarence, she would have remained hidden from society, afraid to face it. He knew how she felt, and he would do anything to enable her to see herself through his eyes.
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Fiction
The Gift
There was something miraculous about today, as well as something nerve-wracking. The fact that she had survived was a miracle, but she was frightened as she gathered things together for teaching Sunday School that she had missed for six weeks. A few kids came to see her while she was in the hospital, but most couldn’t. By the time she was ready to go home, nearly every inch of her room was covered with homemade cards and gifts, making everyone who entered the room smile.
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Fiction
Like Letters Written in the Sand, Part Four
Although Anna-leis hated leaving the house apart from doctor’s appointments and physical therapy, she still felt a sense of loss even with Clarence by her side, telling her she was beautiful over and over again, but every day she had to remember what had been lost, the scars, the amputations. At times, she felt as if she was going to crumble despite her efforts to be strong.
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Fiction
