My grandparents started a tradition with my mom and her brothers and she has passed that tradition down to me and my siblings. I have a huge family, and we have a lot of traditions, but this one is by far my favorite! Each year, after our thanksgiving meal, my parents and grandparents would give each of us an ornament for our Christmas tree. The ornament was usually something silly, but signified something we did or accomplished that year. I am now 25, with a husband and a house of my own, but my tree is still littered with 50 of the most random, fun Christmas ornaments.
Read MoreA little over four months ago I started this blog in my little corner of the internet in an effort to spread disability awareness, inclusion, and kindness. In that short amount of time, our community has gained over 5,000 people from all over the world. These people, you all, have shared stories, sent messages, and encouraged me more than I could have ever imagined. It is because of you that I am able to continuing spreading my message. It all began with this very first blog post, and, if you’re one of the 5,000 that has joined since, I encourage you to take a second to read it and learn about why I began this journey.
Read MoreIn a former life, I was a D1 college athlete. I played 3 seasons of indoor volleyball and 1 season of beach volleyball for TCU before a career ending injury changed the course of my life with sports. One of my best friends, and greatest teammates, Alexia Heist, recently started a business devoted to teaching athletes how to train their minds and bodies with purpose so that they can achieve their goals and become all they were born to be. Alexia recently asked me to share a little bit about my journey with her, and today, I would like to share it with you. I believe life is a lot bigger than sports. And I believe that the words I shared with Alexia are applicable to a lot more than just athletes.
Read MoreI was 8 years old on September 11, 2001 and my husband, just a day shy of turning 8 years old. He was living outside of Dallas, TX, and I was in Orange County, CA. I asked him what he remembers, if anything, about that day.
He told me that he was in first grade, and when the news broke, the administrators rolled in large TVs on tall stands. The teachers watched and cried, as the school went on lock down. Parents came to pick up their kids, and he remembers watching the news with his mom and dad for the rest of the day.
In California, news broke before I had ever made it to school. I came downstairs to find my mom and dad watching the news, as they did every single morning. Before I made it around the corner, my mom, crying, said, “Look what’s happening.” I glanced at the TV, which seemed like just another news story, just another fire, and sat down at the kitchen table. I finished my breakfast and got up to get ready for school. “We’re at war” I overheard my dad say to my mom. She immediately started to cry. That’s when I realized that what happened on this day was not, in fact, just another news story.
Read MoreIn my field, I have the privilege of working with very special people, who often find joy in the smallest of things. Last week, as I began a therapy session with one of my clients, he asked me if he could have my (half-drinken, lipstick stained) coffee.
Read MoreAnd while we may not all have the opportunity to serve others through our chosen career paths, we all have the opportunity to serve others through the way we live our lives, the way we choose our words, and the way we teach our children to do the same.
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