Nobody should be penalized for getting married, she said. But if these disabled people marry, they risk losing their income and, sometimes, the medical care that keeps them healthy, even alive. The digital version of my story on SSI's marriage penalty.

Tabi Haly worked hard and built a successful career. Supplemental Security Income was key. It provided medical care she needs 24/7. Now SSI is penalizing her for that success. Her fear: Her career ends, she's forced to live in a nursing home.

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A woman with significant disabilities built a successful career—with the crucial help of government health insurance. Then that coverage was taken away.

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"I, like so many disabled people, was seen as nothing but a burden, a drain on society, a collection of diagnoses and expenditures. Disabled people constantly navigate hostile environments, especially health care settings.".

One of most important legacies of Ferguson was how it exposed the poison of court fines and fees—creating new debtors’ prisons. (From the professor who wrote the book).

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My NPR story after Lois died in 2022:

My original story on this important disability civil rights ruling:

This month is 25th anniversary of Olmstead v. L.C.--the Supreme Court decision that established the right of people w/ disabilities to live in their own homes, over institutions. Just found this note from Lois Curtis after I interviewed her in 2010.

RT @NDRNadvocates: The marriage penalty exists, in part, because when the laws around SSI benefits were written people assumed we wouldn't….

Kathi died at home Saturday, several weeks after being diagnosed with bone cancer. When we visited the other day, she was pain free--droll and engaged as always.

I still believed in Santa,.my parakeet hung on to my every word,.I’d never get the curse or worry that I was queer. If I got bored, I could fly like a fidgety bat.past the sun.through the nine planets.where God, white cane in hand, jumped rope.and I’d always be nine.

Everyone in town,.firemen, my friends in the Brownies,.every dog worth her salt,.would turn out for my funeral,.which would last nine innings.or even longer. The crowd would be as huge.as the Beatles concert at Shea Stadium. Nine, I felt, would be a good time to kick off.

than the bad guys could shoot straight,.and everyone knew that only Ray,.among the sightless, was older than twelve. But, I looked forward to my death,.why would I want to become ancient.like my mother, who I knew, was at least 17?.

from the screen on the TV in our den,.where I wrote Braille Christmas cards.to my best friend and Little Stevie Wonder. Stevie was three whole years ahead of me.and made the kids clap and dance.on American Bandstand. Maybe.he’d get old–like Ray Charles. I couldn’t sing any more.

I'm sad about the death of my friend, poet and journalist @UppityBlindGirl Kathi Wolfe was a vital and witty voice for disabled and LGBTQ+ people. Here's her poem: Flying.At age nine, I didn’t think.I’d live past ten, or at most, eleven. No blind eyes beckoned

RT @Ben17341734: Excellent article MUST READ, quote from the article “But with these rules still in place it’s obvious that the full promis….

RT @JimLeBrecht: This article from NPR is incredibly informative about the marriage penalty. You must read it. If you are not as infuriated….

RT @AAPD: Let's continue Lois and Elaine's fight, but also honor their joy. In this story from @NPRJoeShapiro when Lois passed away in 2022….