My academic mentor often tells his classes the following: “Where you sit determines where you stand.” This quote does not belong to either of us. I just can’t remember right now who said it, but when I do I’ll edit this to give them credit. That quote applies to me literally. I have been using
Tag: Cerebral Palsy
I’ll start with the good: Here’s the not so good or fun: I’ll give you all an update after my appointment on Tuesday.
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
The time change: it is a hideous process we go through twice a year. I wish Georgia was one of the states that stayed on one time all year. I have toddler-like balance at best. I also have a startle reflex. My startle reflex has gotten, somewhat, better over the years. Last night, right before
I love my granny very much. She has a profound impact on my life and who I am. If you have been keeping up with this blog: you know she helped me process understanding I’m different, and how to cope with my condition. What you don’t know, unless you know me outside of blogging, is
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,
My brother and journey partner calls me polar bear. One of my other brothers does too, sometimes. Why the nickname was given, in the first place, isn’t my story to tell. What is my story to tell was my reaction. I was given the nickname over ten years ago. I thought it was interesting. I
During my presidential fellowship year, I made lifelong friends. Some of those became part of my chosen family. I met Dwayne when I was trying to hide, against the wall, in our hotel hallway before meeting, yet, more Washington elites during the first conference. I’ve never been great at small talk, and I needed a
One question I get constantly from strangers, and people who are just getting to know me is how are you so happy? Truth is, I’m not always. In fact, there are many days when I’m anything but. However, I’m able to survive these days and come out the other side better for them. I survive
The Affordable Care Act (ACA) & I have a love/hate relationship. Being born with a condition requiring me to use a power chair so I can be as “normal” as possible & live a full life means I live the headaches of insurance frequently. Mine, like most conditions, is considered a preexisting condition. I was