I’m disabled but I’m still fighting. Look! I hold above the waves a common kitchen spatula. I’m a cripple, drowning, but I can cook! I’m an excellent cook. Cook cook cook! Steam all about me, even as I sink. Heck, I even pursue gastronomic wizardry under the sea. Look! Ringo Starr floats over to watch me stuff a turducken though I’m blind, drowning, groping in a swift dark current. I’m not overtly inspiring though, I just do what I have to. Ringo is an excellent aquatic dancer.
My New York Times “Disability Essay”
