Michelle Renee Kidwell
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Abled does not mean enabled. Disabled does not mean less abled.” ― Khang Kijarro Nguyen
Fighting to end ableism, one, poem, story, article at a time. Will you join me?
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Like Letter Written in the Sand Part Nine
Today Anna-leis would be married to Clarence, the dream she never knew she had, until it came true. The fact that she would not be walking down the aisle seemed less significant than it once had been, as what mattered was that they were in love with each other. Her journey down the aisle did not matter, what mattered was that she did.
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Fiction
Like Letters Written in the Sand Part Eight
The beauty of Anna-leis’s smile spread as Clarence carried in yet another bouquet of red roses. She had never received so many roses in her life, and they made her feel special. Clarence had a way of doing that to her, a way that no one else could. His feelings about her were not altered by what happened to her, but rather grew as a result. In contrast, what made Anna-Leis gasp with surprise was the ring that had been laid in one of the flowers. The wedding was just around the corner, and Anna-Leis had insisted she did not wish to wait. This was going to be a small wedding on the beach, just as she had envisioned. In addition, their Pastor was going to conduct the ceremony, but it would take place in the waters, especially on the beach where they first met, without realizing that a few years later they would become husband and wife on the same beach. The sunlight that glinted off Anna-leis’ hair told Clarence she was special even then. It took courage to risk your life for another person, as he expressed with her as a police officer as well.
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Fiction
Who You See
“When you hear the word ‘disabled,’ people immediately think about people who can’t walk or talk or do everything that people take for granted. Now, I take nothing for granted. But I find the real disability is people who can’t find joy in life and are bitter.” -Teri Garr
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Poets
