Within a few short years, I had gone from an Adonis to a weakling. I no longer felt like a man.
Anyone who watched Saturday Night Live at the turn of the millennium surely remembers seeing George W. Bush, or rather Will Ferrell's impersonation of him. It was one of the most memorable performances in SNL history, and a predecessor to Alec Baldwin's impression of the current Republican president, Donald Trump. But the 43rd and 45th... Continue Reading →
I clicked through her photos again. And there we were -- our eyes closed, shrouded by the sun, kissing each other.
This essay was originally published by TalkPoverty and republished by CommonDreams. I haven't been able to get out of bed on my own in nearly two years—and I’m only 28 years old. For more than a year I was unable to speak, sit up, or eat solid food. In June 2015, first responders wheeled me... Continue Reading →
Progressing toward standing and getting out of bed again has been one of the hardest things I've ever done -- harder than deadlifting three times my body weight.
*Disclaimer: the following is a post featuring my opinions and research I've done. I'm not a medical professional or any kind of professional. Well, I'm really good at blankly staring off in the distance. Does that count? I recently came across an AP news report on IV "bars," and how seemingly healthy people use them... Continue Reading →
What ensued over the following weeks was both further regression of my speaking abilities and a frantic search for methods of nonverbal communication to ensure my needs were met.
The Academy Awards are this weekend and I recently discovered that Stephen Bannon, Donald Trump's Chief Strategist, was a failed movie producer. I doubt he ever had dreams of winning an Oscar, but you never know. He produced a couple awful films, including one with Sean Penn, and even tried to make a rap musical... Continue Reading →