My grandaddy, who the world called, Kirk was quiet. He preferred watching and soaking it all in. Then he would say his piece. If you were smart when he talked: you listened. He never wasted words. He also was one of the most fun people I ever met. He and I were quite the dynamic
Tag: Positive Mindset
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
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
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
Yesterday was a purposely slower, calmer, day. After last week, it was really needed. Before the Super Bowl a couple of hours were spent listening to podcast episodes. Yesterday, it was Glennon Doyle’s: We Can Do Hard Things podcast. Both the episodes, I listened to made me emotional. I will talk about why both impacted
2022 was the hardest year of my life in a lot of ways. It was also the best in some ways. Both are true statements. The biggest lesson this year? Both light and dark exist in life and most of the time they coexist. Some of my year I documented here. A lot I didn’t.
Friday, I had a tough CP day. My tough day wasn’t because I was in pain. The toughness came from being in my head too much and being frustrated because I couldn’t move the way I wanted to. The reason I was frustrated was because I knew how I wanted my body to move but
My outlook on life is absolutely a choice. I knew from a very early age I had a choice every day when I woke up as to how I was going to approach my condition. My granddaddy, who the world called Kirk, made sure I knew it was a choice. Kirk led by example. For
I was not comfortable being myself most of my childhood and adolescence. Trying to fit in felt like twisting myself into a pretzel. I wasn’t one for going out or being reckless. My perfect evening usually consist of listening to my favorite music or watching my favorite movie. Not much has changed in that really
Healing is a word that comes up frequently when people have a conversation with me. Most of the time conversations about me needing healing comes from strangers. I’m sure they mean well but it hurts. The strangers to say I need healing are only seeing my chair and not me. They are seeing when I