Rolling Around In My Head doing damns the darkness/ A Blog By Dave Hingsburger

A Woman, A Rebellion and a Glass of Milk

When I was growing up, I lived in a small town in the Rockies. The house next door was rented for awhile by a couple, one of whom had a disability. She was able to walk but when she did she had a very exaggerated gait. I remember her mostly because her personality was vibrant and her engagement with me was warm. I liked her. I remember her husband as


DISABLED PEOPLE DON’T NEED OR WANT SEGREGATED EVENTS!!! There is a lot of talk and some fiery headlines about the ‘proms’ for people with intellectual disabilities. I’ve read a number of them and they all say pretty much the same thing and make the same points. All suggest that these events should celebrate all teenagers and that people with intellectual disabilities should be dancing next to typical peers in an

Annie’s Story

Today I’m giving the mike to Annie, a young woman I met when I was a classroom aide in a high school in Toronto. We became friends and then, over time, lost touch. Here’s her story of memory and reconnection: I often hear people dissing Facebook. “Good Lord no! I’m not on Facebook! It’s trash! I don’t want to know what you (or anyone) ate for breakfast!” (Confession: I think

The Shoulder

I knew I was about to fall. They look so small, and frail, not sturdy at all. A couple of weeks ago, I did something stupid, and really over stretched the muscle in my right hip. It reminds me daily. She is so young, still so little, with so much growing to do. I haven’t been really steady on my feet since then. She giggles, tells silly jokes, and claims


Pringles were on sale. Perhaps I should have written that sentence with a few exclamation marks. Let me try again. PRINGLES WERE ON SALE!!!! Ruby and Sadie came into do some grocery shopping with us completely uninspired by the idea of, in their minds, drudging around the store while we shopped. We got a cart, one that was hard to push, and the girls took turns pushing it, enjoying the

No Apologies

There were a few moments yesterday where I felt that it’s all going to be okay. I hadn’t felt that for a couple of weeks and it was a relief. One day this week I was making veggies and eggs for breakfast, something I’ve done a lot and suddenly, I was overwhelmed and couldn’t think of what to do next. It was that point that I realized that I needed


Photo description: Black boarding set up with seven pieces of white paper displayed. “Mourn for the Dead And Fight for the Living” is written in read above the sheets of paper. The sheets of paper are fully covered by name.” Yesterday afternoon we went over to Newmarket’s first vigil in honour of the International Day of Mourning for People With Disabilities Killed by their Care Providers. I’d never been to

What He Said

Having gotten another winter cold, I’ve been watching a fair bit of television and getting toned and tanned from surfing the sunny beaches of the internet. I noticed that there has been a resurgence of posts about the ‘r’ word that either decry it’s usage or offer other words to use instead. Knowing, from deeply personal experiences, how hurtful words can be, I’ve long supported the use of careful language.

The Death of Tolerance

“It’s just my opinion, you need to respect my right to my own opinion,” he said. We were having a conversation about Billy Graham and his death. I had put something up on my Facebook page and have since been embroiled in the real world with discussions that began with upset at what I was saying. I had said, and this is really lazy, it’s early, I’m still not fully


We planned it well, even though by accident. The Campbell Museum in Newmarket is currently hosting a traveling exhibit on the Underground Railway and we really wanted us all to go. It’s an important and powerful story of bravery and the incredible call of liberty and freedom for the enslaved. We knew that there were many powerful women involved and hoped that their stories would inspire the girls, to know

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