A frequent question I get is are you angry at God? No is always my answer. It would be easy to be angry about my condition to be honest. To give up and stop figuring out what a full life looks like for me would be pretty easy as well. It’s not in my DNA.
Category: Kirk
I adore my paternal grandfather. If you’ve followed this blog for a while you know that. The world called him Kirk because his first name was too hard for most people to pronounce. I get the honor of calling him granddaddy and buddy as his only grandchild. Kirk bravely thrived with Parkinson’s my whole life
My hometown is small. When I was growing up we had one stop light. When Dairy Queen came to town: it was a huge deal. Growing up in such a small town was wonderful. However, it had its drawbacks. I felt like I was the weird, quiet, determined, studious, girl in the power chair. It
If you read this blog regularly: you know I adore my paternal granddaddy. The world called him Kirk. I was the one who got the privilege to call him granddaddy. Kirk was a builder. He worked with his hands his whole life. He helped build lots of stuff: houses, a dam, the Omani in Atlanta,
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
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
My granddaddy called me crackerjack. He still does when he visits in my dreams. Why? Well, if you follow this blog: you know of our shared love of baseball, already. Granddaddy loved snacks while we watched and he always shared. One day the Braves were playing the Cubs in Chicago. During the 7th inning, stretch,
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
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