The Day I Abandoned the Flowers: A Morning Memoir of Ableism

The Day I Abandoned the Flowers: A Morning Memoir of Ableism

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The Day I Abandoned the Flowers: A Morning Memoir of Ableism

I rolled up to the checkout counter, rosy cheeks beaming in delightful mimicry of the friendly-faced pansies beside me. The greenhouse air was thick and sweet like the morning sun’s hot breath in summertime. As my caregiver placed several cartons of sprightly lantanas beside the cash register, a worker bee with wispy silver hair honed in on our presence and buzzed behind the counter to appraise my leafy merchandise. She played a blooming game of…

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