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
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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.,
Thriving has been a struggle, as of late, but I am NEVER giving up on myself, so I want to share further changes I have made to my health and wellness journey to thrive once again. Some of these are from the post I wrote December 3, 2024. I hope what follows is helpful. 1.
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,
I have been singing for as long as I can remember. My first memory of singing is with my granny in her kitchen while she cooked. I was still in the highchair her daughters used and us grandkids all used as well. Almost everybody on mama’s side of the family is musically inclined. Music is
I was born with spastic quadriplegia cerebral palsy. My kind of cerebral palsy means I have an overabundance of muscle tone in my body. The most common symptom I deal with is tight muscles, which can, and often does, lead to muscle spasms. My general practitioner prescribes muscle relaxers for me to take as needed.
Two days ago, I woke up with multiple muscle spasms doing their best to overwhelm my body and make it impossible to breathe properly and fully. Fearful and near tears I called my parents. My dad wanted to know what I needed when he got to my apartment and saw me in obvious terrible pain.
This is a necessary, but difficult post to write. I hope you all will read and when you do: please understand this is my heart/faith on display for the world and be kind. It has been suggested, to me not for the first or last time unfortunately, my condition is a punishment from God. How?
My faith is at the core of who I am and colors every part of my life. Faith is a work in progress, always, and I think it should be. I must fail to learn a better way forward. Many wise people make up my inner circle. Having the ability to reach out, anytime, to
A conversation early this morning with one of my chosen brothers inspired this blog post. He always pushes me to think, do better, and be better. He wants me to live up to my purpose and potential and will not accept any effort less than my best to do just that. I told him that