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Sandra Jean-Pierre

Category: Disabled Chronicles

Disabled Chronicles, No. 911

    That one day, you head to your electrologist appointment and what is normally a very painful but necessary part of your life to keep you from looking like a mama bear, has you sitting there asking her if the machine is turned on cause you’re not feeling any of the customary bee sting-like pin pricks that you’ve come to expect.   Two machines and three needles later, she has confirmed that indeed the machine(s) are on and working,

Fight In The Belly

I don’t remember what her face looks like. I remember that she had brown skin like mine, that she was wiry, where my own Mom had not been and that she had this boundless energy that I could not for the life of my five year old self, understand. What her sole mission seemed to be though, was to make me walk from one end of the hallway to the next, despite myself.  At first it seemed simple enough: she

Disabled Chronicles, No.3753

    In the midst of a morning full of fuckery that my sister and brother are bailing me out of…   Me: (To Sister) If you wash my face, I’ll brush my teeth and I’ll be able to get done faster. Then you can get a yogurt for me so I won’t leave on an empty stomach.   Sister: Okay, stand close to the bathroom door… (Gets washcloth and puts soap on it while I park like 6 feet

Disabled Chronicles, No. 589

“They looks like railroad tracks in there!” The heavily accented Hispanic X-ray tech expressed this with a mixture of shock and something that echoed the sentiments of pobrecita. “I know right?!” I answered back with a half smirk on my lips and equal sentiments of How Cool and How Utterly Badass Is That? I don’t think he was ready for my response, because his bushy eyebrows shot up, then crunched down as he adjusted my arms and ensured that my

Disabled Chronicles, No. 9845601

  That one time your Sister just pulls away from the house and it’s you and Penelope Dog sitting on your front porch-lette getting your requisite 20 min. of sun time cause your vitamin D kinda low…   And you decide F&^k This S#!t – it’s too hot out here and realize that you need to stop podcasting and playing 3s and get back into the coolness of your house? So you place your fancy pants phone on your new

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