Author Archives: timothyvogt

They say to put your money where your mouth is. I agree. And there’s more.  So much to touch, to hear, smell and see. But my senses are trapped, here all alone, with this phone and teevee. I’m outraged, I’m … Continue reading →

“I’m not opposed to metrics. I just prefer the ones that reinforce my worldview.” –Tim Vogt, October 4, 2022 There’s a term in the medical profession:  iatrogenic disease. It’s the kind of malady that comes from an interaction with the … Continue reading →

This the 6th part of a six-part series.  Link to Part 1 here. Link to Part 2 here. Link to Part 3 here. Link to Part 4 here. Links to Part 5 here. Andrew Solomon, in searching for meaning in his own story, wrote a heck … Continue reading →

This the 5th part of a six-part series.  Link to Part 1 here. Link to Part 2 here. Link to Part 3 here. Link to Part 4 here. Links to part 6 here. Bridget has spent the past few years studying what is known … Continue reading →

This the 4th part of a six-part series.  Link to Part 1 here. Link to Part 2 here. Link to Part 3 here. Link to Part 5 is here. Links to Part 6 is here. If you gave me a million dollars, and … Continue reading →

This the 3rd part of a six-part series.  Link to Part 1 here. Link to Part 2 here. Link to Part 4 here. Link to Part 5 is here. Links to Part 6 is here. As more and more families did projects, … Continue reading →

This the 2nd part of a six-part series.  Link to Part 1 here. Link to Part 3 is here. Link to Part 4 is here. Link to Part 5 is here. Links to Part 6 is here. Within two years … Continue reading →

This is the 1st part of a six-part series.  Link to Part 2 is here. Link to Part 3 is here. Link to Part 4 is here. Link to Part 5 is here. Links to Part 6 is here. When … Continue reading →

The body. The temple. The emerging market of the mind. The quickest buck.   An Amazon of vulnerability, A jungle of hurts, ripe for harvest. The hunters gathering and grifting our grief.   “Grandma’s for Sale!” in the Dementia Department. … Continue reading →

In 2011, I was at a conference around disability and inclusion in Toronto.  On the day I arrived, I walked into a shared hospitality room for conference attendees.  There was a young woman at a table by herself, so I … Continue reading →