dancing through life – on broken feet
tales of a jesus-loving writer, her adorable little fam jam, the world's most fabulous weenie dog, grace, travel, love, life, and dealing with a rare and incurable autoimmune disease.
This week has had some significant health changes for me. First - this one is fabulous - I have completed my IV antibiotic therapy and my PICC line was pulled today by home health. Yesterday, I realized since last July - so for a year now - I have spent more time WITH some kind... Continue Reading →
A few nights ago, I went to sleep after a lovely day with my family that also came with some terrible news in my city and state and a somber day in my spoonie community. At the same time, my body was exhausted from a gnarly flare that Just. Won't. Quit. I'm improving from my... Continue Reading →
Oh well, celebrate we will Because life is short but sweet for certain We're climbing two by two To be sure these days continue These things we cannot change. -- Two Step, Dave Matthews. I'm in the middle of several essays on heavier things - and, of course, a death book - so thinking and... Continue Reading →
On June 22, Angela Madsen, phenomenal, fearless woman, Paralympian, marine vet, died at sea, attempting to row the Pacific from California to Hawaii alone. She knew the risk, she wanted to go, she went. The documentarian and her crew who were recording Angela's efforts - and have since announced that, per the wishes of Angela... Continue Reading →
There are so many things I love about the being from - and living in - the South. . . My state, Alabama, is the home of Harper Lee and F. Scott Fitzgerald, the birthplace of To Kill A Mockingbird and The Great Gatsby The northern part of my state features the beginning of the Appalachian mountain range... Continue Reading →
It seems that everyone has COVID-19 talk fatigue. It also seems that many - at least in my state - have COVID-19 precaution fatigue. I say this because my state, Alabama, was second in the country last week in increased number of infections - and the news this week has been worsening by the day.... Continue Reading →
In a few days, on June 16th, it will have been 76 years since George Stinney Jr. was murdered at the hands of the state and the racist people of Alcolu, South Carolina. He was 14 years old at the time. His story has inspired several works of fiction, including The Green Mile, but I... Continue Reading →
In these broken times, I am clinging to John 14:27 so desperately right now.Peace I leave you; my peace I give you. I do not give you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. - John 14:27 NIVEverything in the news, from riots to viruses, feels... Continue Reading →
Across the lines Who would dare to go Under the bridge Over the tracks That separates whites from blacks Choose sides Run for your life Tonight the riots begin On the back streets of America They kill the dreams of America Little back girl gets assaulted Ain't no reason why Newspaper prints the story And... Continue Reading →
