I am always amazed when I hear what others think of or see in me because they're the things I seem utterly incapable of seeing in myself unless they're pointed out. When these observations are brought to me, invariably I'm either highly flattered at the high praise, amused and delighted by the description, offended at … Continue reading Being Seen
Month: October 2017
Your Convincing Lies
Have you ever looked back on old pictures of yourself only to shake your head at who you were in that moment and the choices you were making then? I've been doing just that all morning with some pictures of a party I was at, oh, three years ago. Something about these pictures has been … Continue reading Your Convincing Lies
Unique Blogger Award
I'm delighted and honored to have received The Unique Blogger Award for my writing from a writer whom I respect and admire, Kim at I Tripped Over a Stone. Thank you, Kim, for your ever present feedback, encouragement, wisdom, humor, and your incredible ability to help me sort through the jumble to find the truth … Continue reading Unique Blogger Award
Loving Life
Don't mind me. I'm just a one legged woman in a skirt crawling around the back of my hatchback looking for the pin that fell out of the wheelchair so I can put it back together before the blizzard hits. I'll be fine! I love my life, I really do. No matter what is happening … Continue reading Loving Life
Soundtrack of My Life
I don't know how the rest of you find a space to focus and work, to relax, to think and meditate, or just to breathe, but for me music is essential. I have always done my best writing, studying, and thinking with good music playing the soundtrack of my life at that moment. Today's soundtrack … Continue reading Soundtrack of My Life
Braving Rejection
I recently read somebody's short musings about having spent too much time overthinking what she says, so rather than simply speaking her mind and openly expressing her feelings she does not take the time to speak her truth as often as she could or perhaps should. How many of us choose not to speak because … Continue reading Braving Rejection
Miss G: Double Amputee
My phone has been reminding me for about a week that four years ago I was recovering from another amputation, one I don't think I've mentioned here before: I had my first rib amputated. (One of these things is not like the other... Which side is missing a rib?) In case you're wondering what that … Continue reading Miss G: Double Amputee
Reblog: Phoenix
It is a truth universally acknowledged that when there’s a message you need to hear, you will hear it if you will only listen.
FALL SEVEN TIMES, STAND UP EIGHT.
She loved to play with fire not knowing how much it was dwelling in her own heart. For that blaze and fortitude was hidden beneath a lugubrious truth, carried through half her life. Better late than never, she realized the reasons behind constant struggles and perpetual temperament. It sure did take over a decade, but she finally chose to love herself and understand her own self; it was worthless to seek in other people.
Till hell freezes over, she thought, I choose love because I am.
Here is how she likes to tell her story…
THE FIRE
She’s walked through many storms in her life, but this one was different. She fell to the ground as shards of glass exploded around her, slicing the skin on her cheek bones. Fear consumed her as the chaos unfolded around her. The life she knew had…
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A Useless Thing I Learned in Catholic School
I went to a catholic school, its true. No plaid skirts, sadly, but crucifixes in every classroom, nuns and priests for professors, special masses throughout the year including graduation mass, starting every class with the Our Father and sometimes the Hail Mary as well, and occasionally praying in Latin. Latin. On the list of almost … Continue reading A Useless Thing I Learned in Catholic School
PSA- What it’s Like to be an Amputee
You've all had that one itch that won't be satiated. Now imagine you have it but the place it's located is what you don't have. That's what being an amputee is all about! It truly is the itch you can't scratch.
