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Gifts for the church
Gloria* communicated with loud and disruptive noises. Her face was disfigured. Everything about my mother’s cousin revealed her disability—and yet one gesture reflected her ability to love. Gloria was born at a time when people with developmental disabilities were ostracized from society. I rarely saw her, even though her father went to the same church…
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Faith Before Flags
I spent my mid-twenties holding my disability flag high, confident that I’d found my calling. This was my cause. These were my people. Wholly devoted to the disability community and its quest for equality, I wrote and spoke, adding my voice to the throng of those already raising the battle cry. This was where I…
