Author: Ema DeRosia

  • Glasses

    “Oh.” I looked up from my bag at my friend sitting across the restaurant table, hand still midway to grabbing my glasses so I could read the menu. “What?” They shuffled in their seat a bit, “I’m just surprised, I didn’t know you wore glasses.” “Oh, yeah. I mentioned some things offhandedly to my doctor…

  • But I’m Okay

    I’m not disabled. At least, that’s an easy leap for my brain to make. I have all of my digits and limbs, I don’t need help getting around, and if anything my eyesight and hearing are a little too good for my own good. I can manage just fine in life, so there’s no reason…