On My Own Two by Young Lee

At the beginning of every episode of “Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood,” Fred Rogers walked through a door and greeted his audience by singing the show’s theme, “Won’t You Be My Neighbor.”  I’ve…

For many years, my childhood bedroom featured a photo of Mr. McFeely, the friendly mailman from the beloved children’s television series “Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood.” It was as a souvenir from a meet and greet my family attended. While…

For the past few weeks, I’ve been studying sequences of hand movements and letter combinations. For example, U, R, U’, L’, U, R’, U’, L was one combination I had trouble with. As were F, U, R, U’, R’, F’ and R’, D’, R, D, U. If these…

The North Carolina Museum of Art has a few paintings by Andrew Wyeth. One of them is “Weather Side,” which depicts a side of the house where Christina Olson lived. Olson…

Until recently, I never took anything written by art critics personally. But a few weeks ago I started reading criticism of Andrew Wyeth’s painting “Christina’s World.” With each critique, it was as if I were looking…

Through her loosely autobiographical graphic novel, “El Deafo,” author Cece Bell introduces readers to her childhood self as she tries to navigate her way through relationships and hijinks at school while managing her deafness. I write “loosely” because Bell…

“I like your shirt.” I didn’t expect to hear such a comment while wearing my Charcot-Marie-Tooth Association (CMTA) T-shirt. It happened twice in the past two months, and when I turned around I didn’t find a fellow CMTer, a…

I leave strange footprints. Luckily, I usually walk on solid ground and don’t need to think about them. Most days, I only encounter paved streets and driveways, carpeted floors, and grassy fields. And I like that. After all, anything that can assist with stability is…

“Askew,” a work of art by American painter and sculptor Roxy Paine, stands just outside the West Building at the North Carolina Museum of Art. It’s an almost 50-foot, tree-like metal structure, with a trunk and…

At the start of 2019, I knew little about Charcot-Marie-Tooth (CMT). My lack of knowledge about the disease meant that I had gaps in understanding of myself, a person with CMT, and a beneficiary of a wider disability rights movement. I owe much of my growth this year…