“Ever stumble into something…find yourself limping along…or get on a roll? These turns of phrase turned into my life…after getting mugged and shot in the spinal cord at age 21. The ensuing decades of stumbling, limping and rolling have now turned into something else. Including this website, a book…and now visitors like you! Welcome.” – Paul Bendix

Paul BendixBlog: Range of Motion
A Wheelchair Odyssey

  • Moving Days - It was more than disconcerting to return from lunch at Draeger’s, our upscale suburban food emporium, to find some of my finest kitchen pieces scattered about a drought-stricken patch of apartment lawn. Not that it was surprising. This is what’s … Continue reading
  • 24th Street - Of late I have been barely dipping my toes in the Peet’s experience, waving hello to the middle-aged guys who hang out most mornings…then speeding back to my so-called work. That is to say, the revision of my forthcoming book. … Continue reading
  • Fresh Start - There are some unsold books sitting in a museum in Scottsdale…and table settings for myriad diners that should be in Iowa…and a Japanese film I need to return to my neighbor…and a plaid shirt that belongs to someone in Salisbury. … Continue reading
  • Bad Dream - Funny thing about anxiety, I was thinking as the evening bounced along, sometimes it’s real and sometimes it isn’t. And what is ‘real?’ Ah, so terribly profound, particularly leading up to dinner, already possessed by some vague and nameless fear. … Continue reading
  • Trail of Tears - ‘Have a nice day,’ my countrymen regularly urge each other. The skeptics among us cast a jaundiced eye on such goings-on, of course. Perhaps we cast too quickly. What is this ‘un-nice day’ that the body politic so fears? Fears, … Continue reading