I am curious. Always questioning and searching for how to make my life and the world better. A few years ago, my brother/journey partner and I were having a ketchup (the spelling is just for him to make him smile) session. We were talking about our days that day. Explaining my rough day with bullies
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This is another blog post about my faith journey. I have said this before, but it needs repeating, apparently. Mama did not do anything to give me CP. There was nothing to suggest her pregnancy, with me, was problematic until she contracted Listeria. She and I are the only known people impacted by this outbreak.
Boundaries always have been important to me. Lots of people with CP have issues with being touched. Thankfully, that is not the case for me. I do have boundaries for touching though. These have more to do with being a woman than having CP. Having boundaries is part of self-care. They are also paramount to
After Thanksgiving 2018 mama, dad, and I went to Tennessee to see family. It was more than just a visit for the holiday season, however. My mama’s oldest sister (my aunt) had just been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s like her mama (granny) before her. Aunt Judy had mama tell me of her diagnosis and her move
I was a news junkie for years. Partly because of my political science training and partly because I am naturally curious. I love being an informed human and voter. One day I discovered I could not sleep. Everything broken in the world was too much for my empathetic self to bare. After staring at the
I recently made my overall health and wellness a priority, again. Doing so definitely makes thriving with my condition easier. Discovering health and wellness must prioritize self-care, too, feels monumental. I am a peacemaker by nature. Conflict bothers me. I flourish best in a calm environment. Twisting myself into a pretzel for the comfort of
My backup died on May 11th. I called my wheelchair provider immediately after I got settled in my newest chair. 5 phone calls later and I still had not even ben put on the schedule for a diagnostic test to diagnose the problem. A text message to my childhood physical therapist gave me another way
In Honor of Father’s Day, this one is for two particularly important men in my life: Dad: You have always treated my CP as something that limits me in some ways, sure, but never as a reason for me not to dream as big as the sky. Blessed that you and mama always see possibilities
I have always been curious. As an only child by birth: I have always been around adults who willingly answered my questions. They never gave me pat answers you give an annoying child. Real answers that I could understand were given. My parents have always been good with money. Mama is a farmer’s daughter. She
If you have been reading my posts for a while: you know I was painfully shy growing up. I was not shy around my family, friends, or anyone not a stranger. My shyness came from being bullied in school. I thought if I made myself less visible by being quiet the bullies might not notice