From baby dolls to babysitting, as far back as I can remember, I have always wanted to be a mother. Not because it was expected of me by society, but because my love for children and desire to have that unbreakable connection ran deep…

For the last several months, I have been waiting for my prosthesis to be shipped to me. Well, really, I have been waiting for over a year and what feels like a lifetime to have it approved by insurance, only for it to be delayed once approved. Myself and many other impatient amputees were given a status update of "still in factory"…

This week, I struggled a bit with deciding what to share with you. Why?Because all I can think about is my joy over having just received the COVID-19 vaccine…

Raise your residual limb if your plans for the day are completely dependent on what kind of leg day you are having.

Pity is a heavy and sad thing. Often, it is the first feeling evoked in those who seem "more fortunate" when meeting someone like myself. I have become somewhat accustomed to seeing sad eyes meeting mine after people look at my prosthesis…

Once upon a time, I was able to run around the office, up and down the stairs of our buildings, and across the property in heels…

This morning I woke up at 6:00am. Not because I had so much to get done today, instead, I woke up early because I wanted to soak up the day. I wanted to hear the birds chirp and sip my coffee slowly while I look out over the backyard in its full spring glory. ..

Somehow, I missed my one-year ampuversay. How could I forget such a life-changing, monumental event? I've spent the last year dealing with phantom pain, real pain, and stranger stares to get to where I am now. Where is that exactly? …

When you're healing from something; where does your mind go first? Which questions do you ask yourself? It's usually some variation of the question " How will I get through this?", and then it tends to spiral into questions about our outside relationships like that with a spouse, children, friends, and our work life. These thoughts flow through our minds at such a rapid pace we can easily forget about ourselves…

Since late 2019, I have had the opportunity to chat with so many like me. Survivors and fighters whose lives have been affected by cancer, traumatic accidents, or circumstance. Through them, my eyes have been opened to the true resilience of the human spirit. I have been inspired, awe-struck, and comforted by their words. So this is for all of you who have listened, shared, and made me feel a little less alone in my darkest hours…

In week two of our February relationship series, I dive into the ins and outs of family relationships and disability…

In honor of Valentine's Day, this month's posts will be centered around relationships and what it's like to navigate the open waters of love with a disability.

Romantic Love, Perhaps the most complex form of love, even for those with all of their limbs. Here is my story…