Thirty years ago, I was introduced to a guy at a party who said he was a writer. Reader, I married him. His non-fiction sketch, Bus Portraits, got published this morning by X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine. The physicality of this piece knocks me out. And yes, it does belong on a blog about disability.
Tom Grogan, a writer in my Tuesday workshop, recently wrote an eloquent essay about the pain and loss he felt when he gave up driving. It was published by the Cincinnati Enquirer.
As far as I know, the two men have never shared a bus ride together.