R. is missing a significant part of one lung. Walking can be hard because breathing can be hard. Yet, when she parks—legally—in a handicapped spot meant for drivers just like her, people sometimes sniff and scowl. My sister told me this story on Sunday. We talked about how some needs are visible, while others—so very many others—are invisible.
As it happens, my latest essay, “Big Boy Steps,” explores this very fact. My eldest son, with an invisible need, and I both take steps toward something new in this piece.
Thank you, Crack the Spine, for the gift of space and editorial eyes.
A couple spacing issues appear in the online format, though I believe they will be corrected soon!