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  • Where’s My table?

    May 26, 2026
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    Daily writing prompt
    What’s something you’d love to see in the future, but know you probably won’t live to witness?
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    This is one of those questions that everyone answers so quickly but never really a truly takes the time to contemplate it. Most people would say they would like to see some changes in the roles of government, in education, or even in our environment. All of those are important, but how can anyone decide? Every human would boil it down to this main thought: What is it that I (or my loved ones) need now…

    After some careful thinking and searching my own heart what I would love to see in the future is a place where every person is invited to the table with respect and dignity. As a person with a disability, this is where I, as well as many of my friends, struggle. We get left behind and then told we aren’t. Sometimes, even by agencies and systems that were and are created for us.

    A classic example is the public bathrooms. It makes me laugh that we once had to advocate for something basic like a bathroom that was functional to us. So they built in good faith and said, Now you’re welcome to use our facilities, except that they forgot a thing or two or six. lol One being that Wheelchair designs have changed, but the bathroom has not. Getting to that “coveted” stall is often too narrow and filled with broken up flooring (which could cause someone to flip or pop a tire), and the biggest one that was NEVER discussed was whether there is space for two to three people to help said individual be able to use the restroom? Society would have been better equipped if they talked to the disabled community regularly about ideas and building codes, etc. But we don’t get brought to “that table.“

    But it’s more than that, as someone who not only lives in the disability sector, I work in it as well. Here is what I see: we (the individuals) are looked down on as “these poor pitiable people,” and they need “Angels” known as Direct Support Professionals (DSPs), but yet those said angels are often forgotten about in their own agencies/ companies. voices barely heard and not taken seriously. Society and our government focus on certain things to make DSPs look like they are celebrated and respected, but don’t really do anything to follow through with it. If more DSPs were truly able to come to the table and discuss what they feel they need, what would our future look like then? What would the workforce look like? What would our country look like? And what would the world look like? ( I do believe that someday this will happen, but it won’t be in my time.)

    It’s a movement for change that affects everyone and everything. And it’s not as easy as saying, “Come sit at the big kids’ table.” It’s more like having a space where anyone can come, while the tables and chairs adapt around those who sit at/in them. Grow WITH them, listen to them, and then adapt WITH them.

    My desire, hope, and dream for the future is that the next generations will one day look at the “systems” that we have now and say, “I’m so glad we are no longer like that. And that People that have taught me and become my friends and allies will fill the history books with the same dignity that all positive world changers earn and deserve.

    (not my picture, please see the Disabled by Society for further explanation on the picture)

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  • Suzy Who?

    May 18, 2026
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    Daily writing prompt
    What’s a simple pleasure in life that brings you joy?
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    Everyone finds joy in simple things from reading a good book on a rainy day to jamming out to your favorite song that happened to play in the car on a bad day, or even something as innocent as a bubble bath. But reguardless it brings the small amount of joy and satisfation.

    My simply pleasure is something so delicate and yet so basic that many people overlook it or complain about it. Yet I find it so satisfying and enjoyable. And the funniest thing is everyone I know from my mother to my best friend hates it…the “dreaded” snow. (picture me saying this is a creepy voice lol)

    I’m not sure when I started to like “Suzy Snowflake”. I’m a military brat (proudly) so we didnt always live where there is snow, but when dad left the navy his final move was back to where he started, Central New York.

    I found that watching it snow was the most relaxing thing to be and it doesn’t matter if its big fluffy snowflakes that drift down slowly. Or the tiny crystal like one that hit you fast. It all brings me joy. When my son was 5 he had just learned about Jesus and said “Mommy, look at the snow, its like Jesus’ blood you can’t see the icky under it” that was the moment that went from me liking snow to me loving snow! This will always be my favorite memory!

    There is one BIG BAD thing (creepy voice again) about my simple pleasure and that is, that it only come but once a year! And with the exception of this past winter it usually doesn’t give us the snow the ladies sing about in the musical: White Christmas.

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  • What Happens Next…

    May 13, 2026
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    Part 3

    Party Central?

    With graduation over, the graduation parties started, and I was only invited to 3. Lisa’s, my other friend, we will call him Greg, and my own. I avoided Greg’s party due to the fact that I felt completely embarrassed that I had bragged about going to Marist, and then I found out it wasn’t true. Plus, he had been accepted to his dream college, Oswego, and I felt jealous and confused. I didn’t even invite him to mine.

    Lisa was the only one I had told the truth to, and she forced me to come to hers. I remember it well. It was at her aunt’s place, which had a beautiful log cabin and a small man-made pond that had swinging benches. (later it was where we had her funeral, but that’s later) She found me sitting on those benches just staring at the pond, crying as cars drove by (it was on the corner of the street). It all felt so hopeless. When she came and brought me a cookie. We didn’t talk; we just let the swing make the squeaky sound. I think we both knew from that point on, our lives would be different. Fall would be the 1st time in 8 years that we wouldn’t have each other’s backs, and we would be on our own. It was scary, I’m just not sure who was more scared, me or her, who would be starting college and a new job.

    My own “celebration” was something even I didn’t want to celebrate, so it was no surprise that I didn’t invite Lisa or Greg. But Lisa showed up anyway. I smiled and waved, just smiled and waved again. (Yes, I stole that from Madagascar lol) The party was in late August, so a lot of my classmates weren’t around anyway. When my aunt showed up with her potato salad and asked, “whose birthday was it?” I begged my mom to let me leave, and when she said no, I took money out of my cards and asked Lisa to drop me off at the Pollyroad. (a road that you drove down for an hour with all the beauty of nature surrounding you, but it had tons of little areas to camp). Lisa made a campfire as we sat in one of the more secluded spots, and I cried the whole night. And my money went to buy stuff for s’mores and wine coolers. I hate changes and endings, and this was both. This would be the last time Lisa and I would spend time together until years later.

    This is probably where I should tell you where my family lived, as it plays a key role. They live in a small town on a semi-back road where the only houses are your relatives, and 10 mins away from the small town and 45 minutes away from the nearest Walmart. And being that I couldn’t drive, nor did I have friends to help get me out of there. My depression became more than I could handle. Things like suicide and running away took over my every thought. But no one knew. I became paranoid that my sisters (who didn’t live with us as they were all married with kids by then) read my diary. So I kept a real one in my purse and a fake one in my dresser. (I have no idea if anyone read my “diary”) I can’t imagine that anyone would have been interested in it, but I was sure that someone did. So each fake page was filled with straight-up lies or what I thought people would normally write in a diary.

    Lisa and I were at our Last Town Festival together

    part 4 next week

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  • Where for Art Thou…

    May 9, 2026
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    Daily writing prompt
    What’s a classic book that you think is overrated?
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    Over the years, our public education system has given and taken away book awards. One that was once considered a classic and decent got the Newbery Award, like The Little House on the Prairie series, and then years later was taken away due to terminology.

    Yet somehow Romeo and Juliet keep making the cut. It has been hailed as the “greatest love story” and has served as the basis for hundreds of movies, such as West Side Story.

    But if people took the time to look at the smaller details, they may not be in such a hurry to say this is an epic love story. For instance, Romeo falls in “love” (lust) with 2 women, Juliet being one of them. In a matter of days, they slept together. And if you think that’s romantic, then ask yourself, would you want your child (and she was a child and he was older) to sleep with someone days after meeting them?

    Then they slept together but never communicated about their escape plan. and instead of telling their families, they chose to stage their deaths and then actually kill themselves. I love my husband, but I would never expect him to kill himself for our “love”

    So to sum it up. She was a child who slept with a man after days of meeting. She didn’t even try to communicate or respect her family’s rules. She decided to stage her death but never properly communicated with her the “love of her lifetime,” and they both ended up committing suicide in the name of love, but really it was lust.

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  • Innocent Bystander ?

    May 4, 2026
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    Daily writing prompt
    Who are some underrated people in history?
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    History is full of people who went unnoticed, ignored, and forgotten about. People tend to focus on the big names like Alexander Graham Bell, Princess Diana, or Harriet Tubman. (Don’t get me wrong, those people are important) But some people created smaller moments that had great impacts on the world.

    The person who has inspired me so much, and I feel is overlooked, despite people knowing of her story, was Anne Sullivan. She was the incredible woman who worked so endlessly with Helen Keller. She did what many doctors, as well as the Keller family, didn’t think was possible. She was able to reach and teach an individual whom many, if not all, had given up on.

    I’m sure when she saw Helen for the first time, she questioned herself as well as everything else. Can I really reach this girl? Will she ever truly understand? How long will this take? Will the family be accepting of me and my methods? Will the family ever accept her for the way she is? Can I help her be a productive member of society?

    The best part of her legacy is that she didn’t give up, and she moved past all her doubts and anxieties. She stood her ground and believed in her own methods! Because of her hard work, a person went from living in the dark to having a whole new life! I had a teacher once who had us place noise-cancelling headphones and blind folds and asked us to walk around the room. It was terrifying! not knowing where other people were or what she was having us touch (which ended up being the rubber worms you use to fish with, burlap, and pudding. They all felt gross by the way)

    I feel like more people should hear Anne Sullivan’s story. Then they could truly understand Helen’s famous quote: Alone we can do so little; Together we can do so much. (Also, a great movie that shows their story is a Disney movie called The Miracle Worker.)

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  • Packing Up My Past

    April 30, 2026
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    Packing Up My Past

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  • Packing Up My Past

    April 30, 2026
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    part 2

    Crossing Paths

    What happens when you cross a country gal with an Irish temper? You get my best friend, Lisa. She fought in many ways and in many battles. She wore her heart on her sleeve and her thoughts and opinions on her face. Although she was short, she scared a lot of people. This was the girl whom I was blessed enough to call my best friend. Although this is my story, she is very much a part of it. (I can tell more stories about us later) The thing about Lisa (or Tink, as I called her for her unapologetic love for Tinkerbell) was that she always encouraged me to dream and dream big. Be better, do better, work hard, and then work harder than that. It is these little things that propel me forward even today.

    High School

    But for now, let’s talk about high school and the changes that came. It wasn’t all as big as I lost friends. Some of it was smaller, like my classes changed. In gym class, I was not allowed to play anymore, just sit on the bleachers and watch. My cooking class now had restrictions. I could no longer cook! I was allowed to help prep things like the cookie dough or the pizza dough, but not cook. I don’t know how I wasn’t allowed to cook in my cooking class, but I was still allowed to use a sewing machine. (Who thought that was right? My guess would be that if I had a seizure during sewing classes, I would only harm myself, but in cooking classes, I could burn the whole school down) Learning to drive was off the table, and school events were now questionable, like the senior trip.

    Even though my world had changed, my dream didn’t. I wanted to create and sew beautiful prom dresses and wedding dresses. My bedroom reflected that. Picture every bridal and prom magazine ad taped to my walls as wallpaper, with one poster of New Kids On The Block and one of Bret Michaels. CDs everywhere (if you don’t know what a CD is, look it up lol). On bad days ( days when my seizures or the kids were too much), I would sit in my room with a sketchbook and sketch dresses using “my wallpaper” for inspiration. That was how I processed everything.

    Knowing that you can understand my excitement that I had in my junior year, when Access -VR said they would help me get to Marist College in New York for fashion design. Looking back, I should have known better…I was in the resource room in my high school. We were also closed off from the rest of the students, so why did I think my future could be just as bright and hopeful as everyone else’s?

    Fast forward to my senior year (because nothing really happened in my JR year other than more seizures), and I would mention Marist College to my teacher, who would help me fill out forms (but apparently never sent them). She would say, ” You’ll hear from them eventually. I watched my two best friends get tons of letters from colleges; meanwhile, I got none. Finally, my Access VR counselor told me 2 weeks before graduation that no college accepts Individual Education Plans (I.E.Ps), and that was what I was about to graduate with. So all colleges, including Marist, were off the table.

    Graduation day

    A day I should have been excited for a bright new start. Was me crying and feeling worthless. Everyone was talking about their summer plans before going to college, and I stood there with no future to talk about. Although I don’t understand the way, I was thinking back then, but I thought this was somehow my fault, like a punishment to me for having epilepsy and a learning disability. I couldn’t get out of the school quick enough, not even taking a single picture with my parents. I just wanted to get as far away from the building of liars who broke my hopes and dreams.

    Part 3 next week

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  • I’m Lost… Now What?

    April 29, 2026
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    Daily writing prompt
    Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often?
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    Who can say that they have never felt lost in their life? Who can say they have never taken a wrong turn when a fork in the road is presented? Who can say that they have never been thrown off track?

    I definitely can’t! I’ve been turned around and lost too many times to count. Most of the time, people make being lost sound scary. (I blame horror movies. The car breaks down on the wrong road, so you have to walk on some dark road through the woods…)

    But my favorite quote makes all that fear go away, and the person who said it is the Strongest man I have ever known or will ever know. “If a man has a hundred sheep and one of them gets lost, what will he do? Won’t he leave the ninety-nine others in the wilderness and go to search for the one that is lost until he finds it?” Jesus said this about us! It’s an amazing reminder of how much He loves us and me. I’ve been the 100th sheep sooo many times, and each and every time, He has come and found me.

    Another verse that speaks to my heart is: I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you. John14:18 I love this because Jesus was saying that no matter where you are or what you’re going through, I’m going to meet you there and bring you some comfort. I dont have to go searching for him, he’s gonna come to me. When these moments happen, I like to think He is holding me as I cry or guiding my hand through a storm. Being my beacon of light in all the chaos that we call life.

    Some people may have an issue with my answers, and that’s ok. But these are the quotes that I live by. I would love to hear yours. What words inspire you?

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  • A Different Type of Whine…

    April 26, 2026
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    How do you unwind after a demanding day?

    When I think of the word demanding I get a mental picture of an army fighting to get things done. (in their case it’s to defend.) but in my case it’s trying to educate society on disability and to improve the structures that are necessary for the disabled communities to survive and hopefully one day thrive.

    This isn’t a job you go into for the money, recognition or accomplishments. This is a job you go into because it affects lives and the quality of it. It takes everything you have and then some you don’t . You can expect emotions running high, energy running low and somewhere in the middle is you!

    When those days happen (and they happen a lot) I’m thankful for the blessing known as Noel: my sassy American staffie / black mouth curr mix. It always starts the same way.

    She has me follow her to my bed where She fills me in on everything I’ve missed rather I’ve been gone for 10 mins or 8 hrs, I get all the de- tails !

    When it’s finally my turn to fill her in. I get met with love,and kisses. No judgement, no demands and no disappointment! She just places her paws on me (sometimes she grooms herself) but her ears are always up and listening!

    Her only desire is to love on you while you love on her. Thats it! It’s not as complicated as we make it.

    How do I unwind after ANY day not just demanding one’s… I come home to her and we both whine that I had to leave her lol.

    Noel letting me vent to her !
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  • Sometimes Angels Deliver Protein Shakes

    April 23, 2026
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    Sometimes Angels Deliver Protein Shakes

    Describe a random encounter with a stranger that stuck out positively to you.

    Before I can tell you about my encounter with an “angel” let me set the stage. It was Easter weekend, hubby was gone to his mother’s to spend his birthday with her. (I welcomed this as he wanted to go to a hockey game and I find them very boring)

    My day started out uneventful as I ordered a Walmart order to be delivered at 10 am. But for some reason everything was delivered except my protein shakes that said it would be delivered later that day. Weird but I thought ok? and moved on to the task at hand…

    We had ordered a new king size mattress that was supposed to be delivered before hubby left Thursday but it showed up Saturday instead. Which meant I was left to remove the old mattress on my own and set up the new one ! Both heavy , both my problem. Add that to the fact that my emotions were everywhere dealing with empty nest feelings, frustrations from work and struggles with health issues.

    The mattress became a problem . Both of them ! The new one opened in the hallway of the complex and the old one was stuck in my front door. My complex was empty as it was Easter weekend! Hours I fought with the mattresses on my own…

    At 6 pm I get a text that my protein shakes were going to be delivered. I went to wait for it hoping I could ask for help with the mattresses . A black suv pulls up next to me and an older gentleman asked if I can help him because his gps stopped working and he needed to deliver his order and how no clue where to take it. It was my order. We started talking and I said I hope you have a great resurrection Sunday. (If you know, you know) expecting him to leave .

    He smiled and said are you a believer and I shared that I was . he said then your the reason my gps stopped working. Can I pray with you (which I’m usually skeptical about) but confused I said sure . This man started praying and saying things that were exactly what I was wrestling with. Saying Lord help this heartbroken mama, she’s tired and missing her baby. Remind her Lord that you do hear and see her. And so many other things that blew my mind. It legitimately had to be from God because no one knew what I was dealing with. He even said Lord restore her energy she is exhausted . All I could do was cry. He didn’t know it but he gave me more than my protein shakes that day.

    Sometimes Angels deliver protein shakes …

    And yes I did get the mattress dealt with !

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