Michelle Renee Kidwell
Bio
Abled does not mean enabled. Disabled does not mean less abled.” ― Khang Kijarro Nguyen
Fighting to end ableism, one, poem, story, article at a time. Will you join me?
Stories (63/0)
She Threw Me A Party
They may forget what you said but they will not forget how you made them feel.” Carl Buechner I’ve shared the story of a horrible teacher I had, a soul crushing teacher who seemed to get a twisted pleasure in crushing her students.
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a month ago in Education
Like Letters Written in the Sand Part Three
“I’m not going to lie, I’m more than a little nervous about going home today. What if I’m not ready?” She looked at Clarence with pleading eyes. She knew he couldn’t give her all the answers, but he could give her the encouragement she need.
By Michelle Renee Kidwell4 months ago in Fiction
God Is Our Sovereign Lord, Not Our Puppet Master
God doesn’t sit on his heavenly throne, controlling us the way a master puppeteer controls his puppets. And despite popular misconception God is not the author of struggle, pain and wars, that’s Satan’s territory, but the Lord can use these things to draw us closer to him, he has the power to use something horrible and turn it around.
By Michelle Renee Kidwell5 months ago in Journal
Like Letters Written in the Sand Part Two
Anna-leis let herself melt into Clarence’s arms, as he held her, the tears flowing freely, she had been spending too long, not letting herself grieve, and it was catching up to her. But Clarence was there, by her side, as he had been for the last month, and the doctors said in just a couple of days, she’d be going home, continuing physical therapy as an outpatient, honestly she wasn’t sure she was ready for this. She had to worry about things like accessibility now, she’d ben needing the wheelchair, until her prosthetics came in, and then she would have to learn to walk with them. It was all going to take time, and it frustrated her.
By Michelle Renee Kidwell5 months ago in Fiction
