Linda Henry

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Letting go of my hand

November 4, 2015

My husband tells people I have no self-pity. Thatís not true. I just like to keep it to myself.

Hereís the situation: As the result of nerve damage in my right hand from a car accident 22 years ago, my left hand does all the work, even though Iím right handed. Nowhere is this more apparent than at the keyboard, where on the left all four fingers work together in a spirit of community, while on the right only the pointer finger even bothers to try. (more…)

Selected Works

Essays
My daughter likes depressing books. ďSomeone dies in the first chapter,Ē Grace says gleefully of a novel she canít put down. Maybe this inclination comes naturally, growing up with the ghost of a sister she never knew.†
In which my brilliant son prevails against middle-school bullies. Adapted from "A Voice Not My Own"