Archive | August, 2012

an open letter to troll commenterss

Dear trolls, I have a pretty lenient stance on comments. I fully expect people to disagree with what I say, what I do, how I do it and the fact the fact I’m blogging it all. I’ve blogged Peyton’s cancer. Tragically and intimately. I’ve been telling the progression of my recovery from the strokes and the [...]

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for the love of punishment

This was posted with Rachael’s knowledge and agreement Last week Rachael pulled a behavior she knew we really disagreed with and she knew the punishment for. HOT SAUCE. When our kids lie to lie to us it’s a very serious thing and we go with s punishment we know won’t hurt them but they hate. [...]

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love what you have

I was jealous. For minutes I sat there and watched and was totally consumed by the thoughts of life with both arms and a face that worked. God, I wanted it. I did. I would have given my one good leg to have a fully functional torso again. Then it went away. I let go [...]

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doors to nowhere

Doors are symbolic of many thing. They are the entry to the unknown. They are the closure on the past. For the walking a door means a transition from one space to the next. For me, in a wheelchair, a door is a barrier between me and every destination. For me, with one hand, a [...]

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every child deserves a @ShotAtLife with the UN Foundation’s blog relay

This post is inspired by Shot@Life, an initiative of the United Nations Foundation that educates, connects and empowers the championing of vaccines as one of the most cost-effective ways to save the lives of children in developing countries.  In 2006 I laid on the floor of my bedroom and cried in the unbearable fear of knowing [...]

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my friend

It’s a lot of work to be friends with me. Now I’m not saying I’m not lots of fun and totally worth it, but it IS A LOT OF WORK TO BE MY FRIEND. People have to walk slower when they’re with me. It’s just part of the wheelchair gig. The staring is a phenomenon [...]

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there was no try

“Can I do it?” I sat on my bed, the handicaps still very new to me with news from people I had thought friends. My feelings crushed, my trust destroyed, my belief in my ability to do anything wavering. Years later I am thankful to have the truth before me. To have had the experience [...]

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having my @BlogHer attitude adjustment

Like so many others, I went to NYC and attended the BlogHer12 conference. I won’t mention the people I saw. I can’t include everyone so I include no one.  The friends I caught up with were absolutely glorious. People I got know better were just priceless. The faces I’d hoped to see but missed in [...]

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