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Author: Anna Sinclair

The Monkey Bars

When I was in elementary school, I would spend a lot of my recess time trying to get across the monkey bars. The dreaded sideways ladder of death. It was so hard – actually no. It was impossible. I tried getting across with my prosthetic arm on and I would try without it, too. All to no avail. Completing the monkey bars was a task that I never did accomplish. I could never find a way to do it. In fact, when I wore my arm and attempted a crossing, most times I would fall and my arm would...

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The Waiting Room

A few weeks ago, I was asked an interesting open-ended question: What was my earliest memory of feeling compassion for someone. I thought about it for a while. I was trying to really remember the first time I had those thoughts for others when I was a child. And then, I remembered. Every year, my family and I made the drive to inner city Los Angeles to the Shriners Hospital for Crippled Children. That was its name, they actually used the term – Crippled Children.  Now, don’t get me wrong. It was a beautiful hospital, doing amazing medical miracles...

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The “one-arm mommy”

At the preschool where my sons attend, I’m becoming known as, “The One-Arm Mommy”. I can hear the kids whisper it to each other as they see me walk by. Picking the boys up at school, you’d almost think I had 12 kids – they all gather around when my boys run up to me. And, it’s all ok. In fact, I’m super good with it. Those kids are recognizing a memorable characteristic in me. And, they’re talking about it. Not in a mean way. They aren’t making fun of me. Or making fun of my boys. When they...

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Jury Duty and Swirly Cones

Well, it’s a good thing this isn’t a food blog – otherwise you’d be starving by now. Sorry about the lag in writing, I know you have all been eagerly anticipating a new post. Me too. There has been a lot swirling around. Classes are wrapping up for the semester – in fact, it’s finals week. And where am I? Sitting in jury duty. That’s actually why I have time to write at the moment. I’m trying not to think about being late in administering my final exams to my classes this week because of being called to serve...

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Dis-Armed

It’s been 10 years since I’ve been arm-less. I know what you’re thinking – wasn’t I born without my right arm? Yes, you’re right. And, I’m definitely not 10-years-old. So, what happened? I started wearing prosthetics at the age of 18-months-old. At five, I was among the youngest recipients to wear the myoelectric prosthetic arm. I actually went to physical therapy to learn how to work the muscles in my right short arm with the intention of opening and closing the electric hand through impulses that ran from my muscles to my brain. Growing up, I always had two...

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