About Me

Born and raised in a small town in the Hudson Valley of New York. I recently graduated from the University of Massachusetts Amherst where I studied psychology with a focus in neuropsychology and advocacy.

I was born without a left forearm – a likely result of an amniotic tangle in the womb. Navigating the world with this difference has been a journey of discovery and challenge.

There have been moments I have fully loved and accepted myself, there have been many other moments when I have longed for a different body and when I have hidden my disability in some unbelievable and outrageous ways (I’ve got to give it to myself, I got really creative with this).

Delving deeper into learning, writing and talking about disability issues has helped me become much more settled within myself. The perhaps surprising truth is that identifying as disabled has brought a wealth of positive things to me such as self-acceptance and understanding, the ability to advocate for myself, friendship, solidarity and community.

Learning about the systems in place that exclude disabled communities, and reading other disabled writers’ work has made me think; AHA! Here is someone I have never met who has come along and put words to this feeling! Someone else is offering a way of looking at these issues! An explanation! This feeling is not just particular to my brain! Thank god.

That brings us to this space...

Over the past few months, I’ve done a lot of creating and some of that has ended up here! Lucky you. Most of what lives in the space so far is about disability, but disability isn’t my entire spiel:

I love art;

I love to create and get messy. I hope to share my little art projects, for myself and anyone interested in looking, as I complete them.

I can't sit still;

I’ve always loved competitive sports and movement and am excited to work with athletes in the limb difference space. Upcoming projects examining disability and movement will be housed here.

I like to learn things;

I was raised by two practicing Buddhist parents, and have found myself again and again coming back to wanting to learn about meditation and Buddhist practice. I sometimes like to write about this, so if some of what you read is imbued with some sort of mindfulness, impermanence, acceptance nonsense, you know who to blame.