When we are engaged in acts of love, we humans are at our best and most resilient… If the goal was to increase the love, rather than winning or dominating a constant opponent, I think we could actually imagine liberation from constant oppression.

“Verily with hardship comes ease...” (Quran; 94:5-6)

I belong, and you belong, and we belong—just as we are.

I cannot assume anything when you welcome me into your spaces with suspicion and fear.

I rise on the shoulders of ancestors whose names I can not know.

When disability is understood as dependency, disability is posited in direct contrast to American ideals of independence and autonomy.

Ableism is lived out purposefully, accidentally, and unknowingly.

Slavery is made to sound as if it happened in a prehistoric age instead of only a few generations ago.

It’s so [easy] to see the one disabled person and say, She needs a cure so she can fit into our world.

When I was small and just learning how to do life in my body, I didn’t hesitate, didn’t hold back, didn’t worry how it would look, didn’t look for cues or ask for a line. My imagination ruled... I was entirely free to be, driven by the innovation my body inspired. This is the wild...