Columns

This section features a sampling of some of Tim Gilmer’s approximately 200 New Mobility monthly columns over the last 20 years.

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3 Bully Pulpits

Following are three “Bully Pulpits” — representative columns from a special 2018 tribute issue to Tim Gilmer by the New Mobility staff. Special thanks to Jean Dobbs, Josie Byzek, Ian Ruder, Seth McBride and Doug Davis.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
I exist as I am, that is enough.

— Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself”

Aug 1, 2017

Day of Rebirth

This month’s cover story is about the out-of-the-box practice of commemorating the onset of paralysis — 10 stories of readers who...

Sep 30, 2007

The Shadow

During the first few minutes of nearly every conversation I have with a new nondisabled acquaintance, the question invariably surfaces:...

May 31, 2001

Peelio and Oochie’s Getaway

Remember Oochie? She’s slim, 25, with wavy red hair flowing down below her waist. Mood-sensitive eyes — hazel when smiling, dark when...

More Bully Pulpits

(All from previous issues of New Mobility)

Dec 1, 20152 min read

Criplessness

Many of us like to say things like, my disability does not define me, and I don’t think of myself as disabled, but really, just how far...

Feb 1, 20152 min read

The Neverending Story

If, like me, you acquired your disability while living your everyday life, you can look back and always remember that unforgettable date...

Sep 30, 20142 min read

At the Intersection

In my boyhood, California’s San Joaquin Valley was infamous for its “tule fog,” a ground-hugging blanket so dense you couldn’t see a...

Jul 31, 20142 min read

My Favorite Things

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles with warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These...

Jun 30, 20142 min read

The Perfect Day

It starts with no alarm clock and no expectations. Almost always, birdsong coming from the 100-year-old walnut trees wakes us. There is...

May 31, 20142 min read

Poor Players

Churchgoers are often expected to be contrite, especially those of us with obvious disabilities, but I stumbled across a congregation...

Mar 1, 20142 min read

We Are the Seeds

I have always been fascinated by seeds. Why? They are bursting with such potential! As each unique seedling, flower or plant unfolds, it...

Aug 31, 20132 min read

Smidirín

This past July, recuperating from hospitalization, I missed my 48th anniversary of the plane crash that paralyzed me. I usually...

Dec 1, 20122 min read

Compensatory Progress?

Gauging progress in accessibility is like “seeing” global climate change. Both are happening, no doubt, but how much and how fast is...

Aug 31, 20122 min read

Bye, Bye, Lenny

By the time you read this, Lenny will have been gone about three weeks. I’ve known Lenny all my life, but I was a freshman in high school...

Columns

3 Bully Pulpits

I celebrate myself, and sing myself.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
I exist as I am, that is enough.

Day of Rebirth

The Shadow

Peelio and Oochie’s Getaway

More Bully Pulpits

Criplessness

The Neverending Story

At the Intersection

My Favorite Things

The Perfect Day

Poor Players

We Are the Seeds

Smidirín

Compensatory Progress?

Bye, Bye, Lenny

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Columns

3 Bully Pulpits

I celebrate myself, and sing myself. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. I exist as I am, that is enough.

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Day of Rebirth

The Shadow

Peelio and Oochie’s Getaway

More Bully Pulpits

Criplessness

The Neverending Story

At the Intersection

My Favorite Things

The Perfect Day

Poor Players

We Are the Seeds

Smidirín

Compensatory Progress?

Bye, Bye, Lenny

Get in Touch

Links

Subscribe for Updates

I celebrate myself, and sing myself.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
I exist as I am, that is enough.