Laura Momaney
Edge of access
If a wheelchair can’t get out of the forest, does anybody care?
In 1960, my mother thought she had been blessed with an exceptionally content baby. I was barely out of the womb when she discovered that I had been stricken by polio.
I was immobilized by paralysis, even stripped of my ability to cry. I certainly couldn't twist about and flail the way most newborns do.
Best friends
She can’t walk. He can’t see. Together, they help each other get around Brattleboro
It would be an immense pleasure if our local waterways were accessible for all of those inclined to enjoy perching on the riverbank, propping our fishing poles in the water and drowning a few worms. Especially for people who can't walk - like me. I'm the chief sled dog...