Wednesday, June 2, 2010
I have a friend, Martina, who writes here as cripfemme and she is a pistol.
She is rallying, and parading and marching and picketing and taking seminars, and writing poetry and voicing her wild woman opinions and doing all of this with sometimes precarious health. She writes for many publications for small change, hoping that it will add up enough for her to buy a new t-shirt or some extra food. Her whole life is online for all to see and it is not what you expect. For someone confined and I mean confined to a wheelchair, she rocks and rolls and feels little pity for... Sign in
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