“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

  • Post-factual - We have had enough recent rain in San Francisco to achieve a minor level of disorientation. Going to the row of shops that comprise my neighborhood’s center, Glen Park, reveals that ours is not just a cityscape but also a … Continue reading
  • Mad Mary II - Thing is, I have the vague feeling that I have encountered her before. Mad Mary…how does this name come to mind? Was she a fixture in someone’s neighborhood? As I say, this is not a complete memory, more a fragment. … Continue reading
  • Marva - Writing is one of those fool’s errands. The only way to succeed is to remember that you’re a fool and forget the errand. Take this afternoon. I was word processing away, trying to capture a particularly isolating, not to mention … Continue reading
  • Collision - On a day when you collide with reality…or maybe arrive at work late and collide with your desk…well, you can be pretty certain that all this is operating on the metaphorical level. Unless you’re a quadriplegic. Then, nothing is level, … Continue reading
  • Garden Refuge - Since the election…if it can be called that…I live with a generalized sense of paranoia and dread. The country has an authentically fascist contingent. And the new cabinet features some deeply authoritarian types. So where does that leave me? Well, … Continue reading