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

What I Did At Work

I am a believer in fiction. In the power of stories, true or not, to change our lives or change our perspectives.. I have a friend who only reads non-fiction and believes that non-fiction books are ‘education’ and what I read is ‘entertainment.’ But we’ve dropped the subject between us because neither was budging. Books, movies, comedians all use the power of stories to open different pathways in your mind.

Opening My Mail

I had been requested by a woman with Down Syndrome that I had come into acquaintance with to attend a meeting with her father and her sister. Her mother had passed away a few years earlier and the passage through grief had brought them all closer together. There was resistance to my being there, but she was a strong self advocate and stood her ground. Besides herself there would be

Grey Matter

Several of the hotels that we stayed in over the last few days on the road to and from St. Louis had renovated or ‘updated’. They all looked great, but looks can be very deceiving. In the first one I got off the elevator to turn towards the room and sank into porridge soft carpet. I’ll bet it felt good to walk on if you were fully able to balance.

Theft

We were having lunch at a small cafe in a mall near the hotel in which we were staying. The food court was a few feet down and around the corner from us. We we chatting over our meal when Joe’s face froze. He said quietly to someone other than me, “Put the fucking phone away.” I turned to see a woman with a disability trailing behind her staff who

The Wrong Ramp

We’d had dinner in a packed restaurant, with waitstaff that had no idea how to sit a disabled customer, and were on our way out. I came through the / doors and saw that a huge truck had used the cut curb to pull back up into a parking space to unload and store equipment used in the water show that was happening just off the docks beside the restaurant.

Late Lunch

We got to the restaurant a little later than we had planned. But what’s a vacation for but to make plans and then freely set about to mess them all up? We were greeted by a woman with a disability, she used a cane for stability and for assisting with movement. She was warm and friendly and set about setting up a table for 5, all were set for 2

X-Ray Pants

This morning I had to have an x-ray, a great way to start a vacation, and, yes, everything is fine. We arrived to a long line up and a sinking feeling that we’d be there for hours. Turned out that we got through the process faster than we did at the drive-thru at Harvey’s We registered, sat down and were almost immediately called in. The technician asked if Joe could

Vacation

Today we begin a week’s vacation. Our hallway is lined with suitcases. Packing is nearly done. This is all stuff that Joe does and I am the exceedingly grateful recipient of his expertise. This means that I get to sit and do nothing while he makes satisfied noises every time he remembers something he was determined that he’d forget. It’s just what we do. It is my job to make

Love Need Not End

A very, very, very long time ago I wrote about seeing an elderly woman being supported by her son with Down Syndrome. She was a wheelchair user, something that at the time seemed new to her, and he carefully guided the chair around people and other barriers. I wondered, then, if she ever, when he was born, imagined a time where he would not only be her world but allow

Struggling

I sat down the other day to write a post, but I just couldn’t bring myself to it. This is pointing to a problem I’m having with writing this blog. Here’s what happened that I was going to write about. We were off the plane, home again in Toronto, and on to get the rental car that would take us home. To get to the rental car I need to

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