My blogging/content creation work has God’s fingerprints all over it. I had no idea I used the word thriving to refer to how I deal with my CP. It was not conscious. It is just what I try to do. My chosen brother/journey partner kept gently pushing and encouraging until I decided to try writing
Tag: Faith
My internal tension is really working on me, lately. Let me see if I have what the world/ media/conventional wisdom says is right: We have a gazillion hats to wear, a gazillion boxes we must fit into so we can be understood by others? The approach I believe we should take is different. What do
I have been reluctantly thrust into advocacy, at times, in my life when I did not choose to be. I do not like speaking about my CP when I am the only physically challenged person in the room. It feels wrong because every physically challenged person’s experience is so different, and my experience is just
Every person in the world wants and needs love. Little girls, often, dream of being a princess and their true love coming to rescue them from typical life on a white horse. Fairy tales capture our imaginations and help us to dream big. I dreamed of my true love too, but then I figured out
Once when I was shopping alone at the mall, I was in the elevator with a mother, her children, and some of her children’s friends. The children were all girls. The mother (to the youngest): “Move ___. People like her will run over your toes.” I turned around to the adorable, little, girl who was
A few years ago, I stretched out on the floor grabbing my phone as I did. I sent texts to a few of my chosen siblings to get much needed perspective. I was close to throwing things. My big brother/fellow political scientist came through in spades. He told me what I needed to hear. It
For Christmas when I was a little girl, the family went in together and bought Granny a big, comfortable, recliner. As the baby of her grandchildren, I was the only one who was tiny enough to fit in her fancy chair with her. I asked if I could sit with her. In case you all
Due to my type A personality, I am far more critical of myself than anybody else. My chosen brother and crazy/beautiful journey partner and I have been working on it together, in some form, since we were 15. A few months ago, I told him something must give. This is absurd. I feel like I
I did not know until a few years ago that there was such a thing as Cerebral Palsy Awareness Month. It took me by surprise, actually. My initial thought was: “Really? We need one?” It actually bothered me, at first, because I did not want people with my condition to be singled out anymore than
I rarely share my political views with anyone. Some of you are confused most likely. Are you not trained in political science? Yes, but there is too much divisiveness in this world without my adding to it. I am interested in finding common ground, which I believe is possible if we just try. That is