I’ve talked about my fellowship year, in two previous posts, already. I will probably, at least, reference that year a lot. It is not an exaggeration to say that year changed my life. It also changed me, as a person, in countless ways. The day of the flight to DC for the first conference: I
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I had another post in mind. Then the official Facebook page, for this blog, passed a 100 likes today. I have people from all over the United States engaging on my posts. All of this blows my mind in the best way possible. I am from a small town in metro Atlanta. No one in
I have talked an awful lot about my chosen family on this blog so far. I’ll talk about them a lot more. It is not an exaggeration to say I would not be where I am without them. This blog certainly wouldn’t exist without them. I would not be my authentic self without them (in
My personality is very much that of a peace maker. I don’t like conflict, or when people yell. I am the one who tries to smooth sharp words and anger. The tongue can wound far more than any gun, in my opinion, and those wounds can take a lifetime to heal. Words can only be
When I started this blog: I quickly discovered the first post was the hardest, and afterwards the ideas started coming. They haven’t stopped. I hope they never do, and I have a good feeling they won’t. Every time I write a post: it gets easier to know how much I’m comfortable sharing with all of
My brother/journey partner has been telling me the following for years: “Stace, your story and journey will help a lot of people. You should write a book about your life…one day.” He believed this even before God made us family back when we were just good friends. The first time he said it my response
Self-care is so hard for everybody. However, for me: It’s the hardest challenge I deal with on a daily basis. I deal with many challenges, but self care out challenges them all. Why? It’s directly connected to every other challenge. Here’s what I am & I freely admit all this now. Doing so is a
I decided to switch gears today. I’m in need of a blog post that makes me smile remembering the memories required to write it. I can think of no better subject to do that than Freckles. My first rat terrier. I begged for a dog for years. I got Freckles the summer I was ten.
I am a follower of Christ. I gave my heart to Him at a young age. In the years since, my faith has gotten me through very hard times. It is part of how I cope with my CP, and other struggles of life. Every time I’ve doubted, Him, or messed up in other ways
Many people with CP have texture related food issues. As in: we can’t tolerate certain foods because of their textures. I’m not immune to this particular side effect. Here’s the list of foods I don’t eat because I can’t handle their textures: raw tomatoes: I can’t handle the smell of them, either; because my nose