Hey, Jamie Lynn, get over yourself: Who tells disability experiences?

I’m. So. Sick. Of non-disabled people centering their experiences around disability. And this isn’t unique to me. All disabled people are tired of hearing how disability impacts non-disabled people. Ug! Recently, Jamie Lynn Spears, sister to Britney Spears, said in an interview that she doesn’t understand why she and her sister have grown apart. In her new… Continue reading Hey, Jamie Lynn, get over yourself: Who tells disability experiences?

Stripped

I wake this morning, head fuzzy from sleep. Rolling out of bed, I trudge towards the kitchen. Before getting the kids up and going, I glance at my phone. Notification after notification clenches my stomach until it’s a tight ball. I can’t read any of these articles. I swipe to clear and slam my phone down.… Continue reading Stripped

Fat

After jogging a mile around the park, I sit relaxing in the shade. I place a hand on my belly starting to develop into a round bump. “Oh, are you pregnant?” A mother at the park asks me. “Yes. I’m at the point where I just look pudgy, not pregnant.” There’s an apology in my… Continue reading Fat

Autumn Serenity: Inside a T1 Diabetics Insulin Reaction

The view from the window leaves a snapped image in my memory. Bronzed foliage contrast with periwinkle sky. Clouds dot the horizon like unpainted spots of canvas. The trees and sky are all I remember. But I know the window also contains a side view of our neighbor’s house, the green swing-set and the emerald,… Continue reading Autumn Serenity: Inside a T1 Diabetics Insulin Reaction

Disposable

I had a bad dream. The world said I’m disposable. Enraged voices echoed, spewing about their right to congregate superseding my right to live. I walked through static darkness and heard money was more important than my well-being. I had a bad dream. Sickness grew in hulking mounds. Dark monsters reaching out, grabbing anyone nearby.… Continue reading Disposable