“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new lands but in seeing with new eyes” (Proust, 1934)

When I first learned that my son had a significant disability, no way did I think I could be a good mother to him! It was as though all I had ever ridden was a basic street bike, with fat wheels, no gears, and back-pedal brakes, and, suddenly, I was presented with a fancy Italian racing bike, with thin tires, curly-over handlebars, umpteen gears, hand brakes—and on top of it all, it was a tandem! “You've got to be kidding!” It was the only vehicle we had to get from there to here, so we rode it. Along the way, I fell a few times, changed riders in the other seat, but also learned to ride better and faster, with far greater skill...

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