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Sandra Jean-Pierre

Category: Disabled Chronicles

Disabled Chronicles, No. 4

I spent the better part of that day saying his name and then uttering an angry curse right after. Or vice versa – which ever came to mind first: the curse or the thought of him. I lamented that, now who was I going to be buying shampoo or mens’ summer shorts for?… after I had spent the night prior planning out my next months’ shopping list. The empty feeling whistled through me much like how I felt after my

Disabled Chronicles No.45

Disabled Chronicles, No. 45: Before I started school, I remember being put through a battery of what I now know were tests. I’m not sure what they were tests for but I can only imagine they measured my cognition, my ability to learn and my psychological state. I remember the tests were somewhat interesting, considering I didn’t exactly know all my colors yet or how to count fully or how exactly the world was supposed to work. I was only

Disabled Chronicles, No. 3

My primary disability is like the signature piece to an ensemble that I will never be able to take off. It is the first thing people see when they meet me, one of the only things most remember about me and the thing I must always know how to ‘wear’ well. Where most people have style coaches to show them how to mix and match prints and colors, there is no guide that shows me how to accessorize my disability.

Disabled Chronicles, No. 1019

That one time you’re riding the bus after traipsing through what feels like ALL of northeastern Miami running errands and you’re FINALLY about to press the buzzer for your stop, when an Island Elder starts talking ABOUT you, like you’re not even there? You take a deep breath because it’s almost not worth the indignation to rebut cause your stop is about to come up, but she KEEPS talking and gawking like you’re some kind of circus side show and

Disabled Chronicles, No.3765:

That one time, you make it home before everyone else and you have to let yourself in but your automatic door opener has been busted for over a year and coming by $1500 to get a new one is next to impossible. So you head to the back door, since that door knob is a lot lower and somewhat easier for you to open on your own, even though it will take you 75 minutes (give or take some cursing

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