Michelle Renee Kidwell
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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?
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They See Broken
Isaiah 61:3 NIV and provide for those who grieve in Zion – to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor.
By Michelle Renee Kidwell11 months ago in Poets
Creating A Disabled Character (Revised)
Is it possible for you to create a believable character if you have this brilliant idea for a new novel, perhaps a young adult novel, a romance, or a thriller? Your main character may have a disability, such as a Spinal Cord Injury, Autism, Cerebral Palsy or Muscular Dystrophy, or perhaps they are amputees, but you don’t have the disability yourself. There’s good news for you, the answer is yes, but put aside any preconceived ideas you may have about what living with a disability might be like.
By Michelle Renee Kidwell12 months ago in Writers
Quick to Judge
People are quick to judge, both before and after the accident when I mentioned I was Christian, and now as someone newly disabled. There is something disconcerting about someone coming up and shouting at me, just because my legs don’t work doesn’t mean I’m deaf, and if I need help, I will ask.
By Michelle Renee Kidwell12 months ago in Fiction
He’s Not the Author of Pain and Suffering
2 Peter 3:8–9 NIV But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day. [9] The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.
By Michelle Renee Kidwell12 months ago in Journal
Like Letters Written in the Sand Part Nineteen
It was not Anna-leis’ style to sit still and after a few days, she would need to find something more than just sitting at a desk and writing. It was difficult for her to be sidelined, until she recovered, but that is where she found herself at the moment. Since Anna-lei would not be able to use her prosthetics until the sores healed, Clarence tried to keep her busy when he was not at work. For now, he worked at home as much as he could, in order to maintain her spirits. Occasionally, this might involve a trip to the beach to watch the sunset, where he would carry her to a comfortable spot and lay a blanket on the sand. In truth, it had taken her some time to get comfortable with needing any kind of assistance, and she was still not comfortable with it. It was different with Clarence, who did not just assume she needed assistance, but inquired about her needs.
By Michelle Renee Kidwell12 months ago in Fiction
The Hard Parts
Psalm 89:9-12 NIV You rule over the surging sea; when its waves mount up, you still them. [10] You crushed Rahab like one of the slain; with your strong arm you scattered your enemies. [11] The heavens are yours, and yours also the earth; you founded the world and all that is in it. [12] You created the north and the south; Tabor and Hermon sing for joy at your name.
By Michelle Renee Kidwell12 months ago in Poets
