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
Category: Mama
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 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
If you read this blog regularly: you know that I was very shy, growing up, because of my condition. When my heart and mind were heavy mama, granny, and my aunts did something remarkable: they allowed me outlets to express myself when I didn’t feel like talking about what was on my mind. The outlets
Mama is very protective of me. Dad is too, but our relationship is different. Mama and I are a team. Our teamwork was born out of necessity first. Mama stayed home with me, after age four, and dad was the sole bread winner in our house. A lot of families don’t have that option. I
I wear braces on my legs. They are called ankle foot orthotics (AFOs) for short. I’ve worn them most of my life. Here’s the process by which they are made: the person making them draws on my feet and legs with a skin safe colored pencil. Then he or she puts long socks on me