There are eight billion people in the world who are constantly reminded of our differences. I happen to think we have more in common than we do differently. At the most basic level, we all want love. Not just any love, however. Love that sees us for exactly who we are and who we
Category: Love
My Mama is my team mate. When I came into this world we were both very sick. It is a miracle I am alive and she pulled through. We did. She raised me to be polite to everybody. She raised me to respect myself and everybody else. Mama taught me what it means to be
I apologize for the lack of blog posts the last couple of weeks. I owe you an explanation as to why. Being born with spastic quadriplegia, cerebral palsy means that I have too much muscle tone in my body at any given time. This means my muscles get tight often. About a month ago now.,
In honor of National Siblings Day last week, I want to honor the people who love me, but do not have to. I was not born with siblings I get to choose mine. I am the most blessed. My chosen brother and journey partner: where would I be without you? I shutter to think. We
Every little girl dreams of being a princess and her prince charming coming in on a white horse. I dreamed of that, too, but then I figured out I was not a typical little girl. Now what happens to my perfect fairy tale when I was born with cerebral palsy? Does it exist? I wondered.
Today has been a roller coaster of emotions. The time change does not help. Why are we required to endure this madness twice a year, again? I stretched out onto the floor and grabbed my phone. I sent some texts to a few of my chosen siblings to get much needed perspective. I was close
Today is International Women’s Day. In honor of that, I want to salute the important women in my life who have helped make me the person I am and will be. I come from a line a of strong women. Their strength was definitely passed down to me by both DNA and example. In addition,
There is a misconception about myself I want to put to rest: I never struggle. Nothing is further from the truth. The last few weeks, I have felt rough. When I say rough I mean ROUGH. Last Wednesday was the worst day I had experienced. I knew it was past time to say something and
After the 2016 election cycle I struggled to process my feelings. All the hats I wear felt much too heavy a burden to carry and balance. Everywhere I went people I know along with those I do not wanted to know my thoughts because I am a political scientist, a presidential scholar, and will always
This week felt like a year is a sentiment I have thought a million times since 2018. It certainly fits my feelings this week, too. Really is the recurring question I have thought so many times this week. I have asked it out loud too. Anger and anxiety induced tears have been a common occurrence