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A hundred years ago, when my grandmother was still having babies, children with misformed limbs or mental issues, were still being hidden away in attics and institutions. Seventy years ago, when my mother was a young woman, it still happened, the attitudes had not really changed much. When I was in school, there were no kids in wheelchairs, and only a few special ed classes.

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We lose so much when we expect perfection or homogeneity. The current overload of information causes its own (catastrophic) problems, but giving voices to the "different" is the underlying grace. Perhaps the redeeming one. Today is all about coming up out of the ground and looking for the light and shadow.

Picked up a cheap pair of heel pad insoles to get me through until the best ones arrive. Exercises and ice, and it's all helping. Not feeling like I'm walking on a spike, with a live wire wrapped around my foot, this morning. Yes, I've put the heel pad in the crocs I use as slippers around the house. Pain certainly concentrates the mind, on the pain.


Happy Groundhog Day.