Tag: Author: Antony John

Our geriatric dachshund, Flub, jumps onto my lap while I’m working. This is yet another downside to being in a wheelchair—I’m like an elevated dog bed.

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It happens in an instant: a swing so powerful that the bat tip slices the air like a whip. There’s a loud crack, and instead of holding the ball in my mitt, I’m watching it sail upward, upward, upward.

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