My Dad Gave Me Life Twice!

When I found out I needed to have a kidney transplant, I was 20 years old. Standing in my bedroom, I fell to the floor on my knees and absolutely sobbed.
I begged God (or whoever was in charge) to bring my kidneys back. I was adamantly against having a kidney transplant because I was struggling to wrap my head around the loss of both my legs. Adding a kidney transplant to what I had already survived felt soul-crushing. It just felt like too much for one person to handle.

Our Scars Are Part Of Our Stories

Today, I’m reminded of the Kintsugi tradition. It’s an art form that involves repairing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. The philosophy is that objects that have been broken and repaired become more beautiful and valuable because of their imperfection. Rather than trying to hide or disguise the […]

Disability Inclusion Matters

As someone with a physical disability, I rarely discuss it because it has never really hindered me. My carbon fiber and titanium legs have taken me to incredible places, but this week I want to talk about disability inclusion. It’s important and we should be talking about it. I was recently honored at a gala […]