Ellie Ennas
Bio
At the age of 18 my life changed forever. I had just married my best friend and was expecting when I was in a horrific car accident. I sustained a traumatic brain injury, took years of recovery, and now I want to share my experiences.
Stories (2/0)
In Tandem
Along the rocky trail, snuggled between overarching branches that look as though they wish to kiss, our story begins. How we got here—miles away from anything—is unclear. What we know is that we wanted to go for a bike ride. “Mountain-biking is such an inexpensive way to stay active,” you had said, so we bought ourselves a bicycle built for two with the hope that it would bring us together.
By Ellie Ennas5 years ago in Humans
Found in the Airport
Dean Martin’s rendition of “Volare” played on a loop in my head as we flew through the air. This was my first overseas flight, and as fearless as I was every anxiety I had multiplied in my gut. The once spirited tune morphed into a robotic, out-of-tune, gnarled, snare. I blinked in and out of sleep as my dreams became the contents of the “Vocabularo” book that was my husband’s as a child. He’d told me that it wasn’t really necessary to speak Italian fluently. On his last visit to Sardinia he’d spoken mainly French and some English (both of which I could speak/understand passably). My sweet father-in-law Antonio had tried to teach me a bit of Italian, but I was far too distracted by all the pre-trip tasks. I couldn’t retain much of the language while keeping an amply supplied packing list in my mind. Oh my mind—like a sieve—straining pasta.
By Ellie Ennas5 years ago in Wander
