You’ve seen the glamorous “What’s in My Bag” videos, designer purse, tiny perfume, lipstick that’s been used twice. Well, mine has some of that… plus a few items you probably won’t see in Vogue anytime soon….

There's nothing quite like life benching you, whether it's due to a rogue cancer recurrence, a missing limb, or just the sheer weight of existence and time slowly turning your body into a squeaky tin man. I've spent some time on the sidelines, and it isn't always the obvious things that take me out…

Every five years, insurance companies (assuming you've charmed them properly and maybe cried on the phone once or twice) approve a new prosthetic limb. That might sound like a long wait, but in prosthetic years, five is a lifetime. That's five years of innovation, new materials, better alignment tech, and brands you've never even heard of…

There is a version of me that could fall apart thinking of everything I've been through. I'm willing to bet that, no matter your experiences, that version exists within you too. The easiest route always seems to be allowing fear and loss to control you. Sadness doesn't require effort; it only needs defeat. But hope? Hope is rebellious…

If you're one of those people whose life is always perfect and has never tripped and fallen on their face at the entrance of the club, then you're not like me, and you might also be AI, but that's a topic for another day. This blog post goes out to everyone who needs a metaphorical mop for all the chaotic life messes they have going on…

Women are so multifaceted. We can do anything we set our minds to. Apparently, one of those things is to simultaneously love ourselves and have a strong sense of confidence, while still feeling the pangs of insecurity and hurt on the inside. Multitasking, perhaps? …

As someone who only has one real leg and wears a prosthetic that often doesn't do as she's told and even slides completely off at times, leaving me stranded, I know how badly this country needs more accessibility. But since I still have to get around all the current obstacles…

If you’ve ever felt like your little world is full of inconveniences and ill-timed ailments while the big world is raging with turmoil, this post is for you…

As someone who hasn't always been disabled, I know the frustrating feeling of running late to an important meeting, only to find that there is no parking in sight aside from the big, beautiful, empty disabled parking spaces directly in front of the entrance of the building you're going to…

learned to take things in stride and laugh at myself pretty quickly after my amputation because the alternative was far less fun. Something else I learned is to expect lots of unexpected chaos and pack accordingly…

With the start of Summer fast approaching, temperatures in central Florida are already reaching the mid-nineties, paired with the level of humidity that slaps you across the face like a steamy middle finger. As an amputee, I am not exactly a summer girlie…

I think it's a fair assumption to say that most people hate the dentist, no matter how many legs they have. I've had my leg cut off, and I'm still scared of the dentist; there I said it. I won't put off seeing my oncologist, but I will delay a dental appointment to the point where a slightly cracked tooth becomes a fully cracked and now infected tooth…