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
Tag: Positivity
If you follow this blog on Twitter or Instagram, you know I am committed and passionate about doing all I can to help end ALS. I thought I would share why. I have a different definition of family than most. If you follow this blog, you know I call the people who know me best,
With the Summer Olympics just finished and the Paralympics going on now. It is a good time to chronicle witnessing Olympic and Paralympic history firsthand. I was very young when the Summer Olympic Games were hosted in Atlanta. I would be old enough to remember, however. Mama wanted to make sure I had memories. We
Be yourself. That phrase has been uttered to me by people I love quite a bit over the years. It has today as a matter of fact. They mean well. It comes from a place of love. Those two words are seemingly so simple. However, they are weighty. From the time I knew I was
The other day one of my favorite authors, Glennon Doyle, said on social media that “being home because of the pandemic had made her have to face her dragons.” She invited us all to share our dragons with her and each other. I did. I told all of her Twitter followers that my dragon was
Sunday was my birthday. Normally, birthdays mean dinner out for my favorite Mexican food. This year there was no dinner with friends. No hugging my favorite buddy who I look after often who lives next door. No anything usual. The pandemic made sure of that. I almost cried because I was overwhelmed with all the
I had a really rough day CP wise yesterday. My kind of CP means I have too much muscle tone, and my muscles often get tight. This is particularly true when I don’t feel great. Yesterday was one of those days. I know why and as soon as it’s safe to do so: I’m going
I adore my paternal grandfather. If you’ve followed this blog for a while you know that. The world called him Kirk because his first name was too hard for most people to pronounce. I get the honor of calling him granddaddy and buddy as his only grandchild. Kirk bravely thrived with Parkinson’s my whole life
As an academic and a type A personality, correct terminology matter to me greatly. I have trouble not correcting people when they use the wrong term to refer to something. I am also my mama’s daughter and words and terminology matter to her as well. In fact, she still corrects me when I pronounce a