I have come close to death (too) many times. It appears that I have nine lives and while I wish this theory was not tested repeatedly, I hope and believe good will come out of me sharing (albeit not terribly frequently/regularly) my stories and reflections on life and travels as someone with a Spinal Cord Injury (SCI).

I’ve endured serious battles. Hopefully, like work-hardened steel, there is a little beauty in my toughness and patina. One thing is for certain though. I have packed an awful lot of life into this tiny but mighty, strong, and sometimes despairingly fragile and sad, package.

I am the girl that fell down and got back up. Over and over and over again.