I wrote this poem in 1993. It is about me, about my wisdom, and about my growth as a person. And how nothing can bother or harm me unless I allow it to. And how I grew beyond everyone’s expectations,…
I wrote this poem in 1993. It is about me, about my wisdom, and about my growth as a person. And how nothing can bother or harm me unless I allow it to. And how I grew beyond everyone’s expectations,…
I wrote this to my friend from Massachusetts. For well over 19 years, I always felt protected by him. We had a give and take that always made my heart feel lighter, and me, better. And I think I…
[Editor’s note: Jillian Day created 508Assist.org to help people all across the web make their sites accessible to individuals with disabilities. A close family member, who has a visual impairment, had trouble finding a dinner recipe online that he could…
I wrote this poem because I knew, and I know, that if I stay the path, I will eventually be at peace and one with myself. I will get so strong that I will not react to negativity or anything…
I wrote this poem about and to Al Gilbert, and the unconditional way he gave to me and changed my life. He was not only my dance teacher. He became like a second father to me. Here is a link…
I wrote this poem about the challenges I have had in my life. And how, one at a time, I overcame them to become a voice of hope for everyone, regardless of disability—visible or invisible. Years Passing When I…
I wrote this poem after having a vision. A plan for my future. Of wanting better for myself. Of working hard in every way. And, one by one, facing, seeking, and making dreams come true. Most importantly, seeing who I…
In 1993, my husband Chris and I visited Joshua Tree National Park, which I had never seen before. His mother lived nearby in Yucca Valley, so we took a day hike. Out of respect for all the reptiles of the…
I wrote this poem in 1983 for Al Gilbert, who was an absolute angel in my life. From my early childhood (age three), he taught me, he cared for me, and he loved me—teaching me to dance and healing my…
Back in 1983, on a night walk, I looked down. And there before me was a cocoon, with the caterpillar still weaving it in the moonlight, on the sidewalk where I stood. I stopped, looked, and smiled. This was the…