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
Tag: Faith
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
Did any of you ever read The Princess and the Pea? Well, if you did, remember how she feels the pea under all those mattresses? That’s what having CP is like for me. I can feel everything. I can tell dad or my actual wheelchair mechanic what’s wrong with my char(s) usually. I can differentiate
I was going to blog about something from my ever-growing list of ideas on my computer, then last night happened. This is my most raw, honest, blog to date. As this journey continues: I’m sure I’ll feel led to change my plan. This blog, my journey, my life is in God’s hands, always. It usually
Franklin D. Roosevelt (FDR) is my favorite US President. People, when I tell them, assume that I’m a democrat, sometimes. My love of FDR has nothing to do with politics, or my other job as a political scientist, at all. Shortly after the conversation with Granny about my condition my parents took me to Warm
When I was born I had pneumonia in both lungs. My lungs were very much fine, which isn’t always the case for people who have CP, for a long time. I say were because three years ago, I got pneumonia for the second time in my life. I’m not going to lie, it was very
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,
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