Even though, to quote Barbie, I’m not President. No one on the Supreme Court is me…
With all that said (and please don’t punch me), I have a pretty great life
Liberation from Perfection
Even though, to quote Barbie, I’m not President. No one on the Supreme Court is me…
With all that said (and please don’t punch me), I have a pretty great life
These blinds have been sitting on my deck for longer than I care to admit. They symbolize the double work of chronic illness. See, I am intermittently functional. There are days that my body can do just about anything, and then there are days where even my hair hurts. The ratio of functioning days toContinue reading “Deck Blinds”
It started in the early morning, and I woke up and took my meds and applied biofreeze and drank water and tried to get more rest (which did not work).
This time of year gets really tricky. It’s the longest we’ve been in Winter mode, anxiously awaiting Spring, doubtful it will ever arrive. Historically, for me, it’s a tricky time of year as it marks a lot of loss. I’ve come to understand that the longer I live, the more loss I will sustain andContinue reading “Pep Talk: Almost Spring”
And everything feels chaotic because it kinda is.
So I try to handle the things that I can.
I was brushing my hair on Tuesday and I noticed a plethora of silver hairs sprouting out like a tiara. I got so excited. It felt cheeky. See, my youthful fatalism had led me to believe I’d never grow old, we’d never survive that long. Some of y’all know what I mean— growing up withContinue reading “Silver Millennial”
This is about my neck. And every thing really. But last night my neck got angry. Ten years ago, I sustained a life altering injury to my neck and shoulders when two cases of produce fell off the top shelf of the walk-in and got me like a guillotine. My healing and recovery have beenContinue reading “Perpetual Healing and Recurring Recovery”
When I am 80 I hope to have a face covered in laugh lines and walls covered with pictures of people I love and adventures taken. When I am 70 I hope to have a strong heart and body so I can read to school children and walk dogs from the shelter. When I amContinue reading “Hopefully Halfway”