If you have been following this blog, or know me in my life outside of blogging, you know I adore my granddaddy. I call him granddaddy, but the world called him Kirk because his first name was too hard to pronounce. I call him Kirk, sometimes, too. Kirk & my dad are what the Atlanta
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I loved visiting Granny. Her house represented: constant noise, good food, laughter, stories, and lots of music. The kitchen was the place everybody gathered more often than not. I was about four when I realized I was different from others my age. It was scary, and I didn’t know how to process my discovery. Granny
I get the question if you’re an only child, how do you have siblings a lot. It’s a fair question. I have a relaxed definition of family, by society’s standards; my definition is Biblical. My favorite verse is Proverbs 17:17. It says: “A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for a
I’ve heard people, in my life, say words do not matter. To them, and all of you reading this, I say let me explain why words matter in my life. It all started April of 9th grade. Right after spring break, my classmates and I were outside, on the track, in 5th period PE. Yes,
As an academic and a type A personality, correct terminology matter to me greatly. I have trouble not correcting people when they use the wrong term to refer to something. I am also my mama’s daughter and words and terminology matter to her as well. In fact, she still corrects me when I pronounce a
Hello world! My name is Stacey. I am an academic. A political scientist to be exact. I was born with cerebral palsy. My incredible mama contracted listeria bacteria while pregnant with yours truly. It is found in under cooked meat and imported cheeses. Mom didn’t eat a lot of meat, while pregnant, because it made