“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

  • Outings - Ah, what a relief to finally complete one small bit of writing…a chapter in my so-called book…allowing me to now hit the blog trail. Yes, it’s hard to do the discursive, free-for-all narrative that constitutes blogging, when hanging over your … Continue reading
  • Shiva for Bob - I am not sure how to add it all up, the slow turbulence that has followed the death of my cousin Bob. But whatever can be said, I have uncharacteristically grown to accept my moods. And even learned a thing … Continue reading
  • Around Town - One of my British cousins has made a fortuitously timed visit to these shores. As another mutual cousin lies dying. All in our early seventies, very early if anyone wants to know, and it’s come to this. Where it comes … Continue reading
  • Days - What is there to say about day four with a beat-up face, except hallelujah. That’s right, and that was exactly my response upon wandering out of my massage guy’s office and spotting an old copy of The Nation. Here it … Continue reading
  • Skin in the Game - Don’t cut off your nose to spite your face, they always say. And they…and we won’t quibble about who ‘they’ are…have an excellent point. These are words to live by. Which I’m currently doing, right this very minute. When your … Continue reading