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24.01.2022 [ID: Cartoon of a light-skinned blind person with sunglasses, a white cane, and a yellow service dog standing next to a sign that says IMPORTANT NOTICE in bol...d red letters. Under this is a wall of black text on a white background, reading: I wanted to make people aware... guide dogs haven’t been trained in social distancing and queuing to get in a shop. If you see a guide dog heading straight for the shop door and not joining the queue, that is what they have been trained to do. They’re not being rude or intentionally queue jumping. Also, if you see them walking down the street, remember, they haven’t been trained to social distance, so it is up to us, the sighted people, to give them space. Hope that helps my many guide dog owner friends in these really difficult and challenging times. /end ID] See more
22.01.2022 What do we want? TIME TRAVEL! When do we want it Thats IRRELEVANT!What do we want? TIME TRAVEL! When do we want it Thats IRRELEVANT!
21.01.2022 http://www.literarymama.com//at-the-kitchen-table-where-mi
20.01.2022 https://overland.org.au//what-covid-19-tells-us-about-cap/
19.01.2022 Me: Hey God. God: Hello..... Me: I'm falling apart. Can you put me back together? God: I would rather not. Me: Why?... God: Because you aren't a puzzle. Me: What about all of the pieces of my life that are falling down onto the ground? God: Let them stay there for a while. They fell off for a reason. Take some time and decide if you need any of those pieces back. Me: You don't understand! I'm breaking down! God: No - you don't understand. You are breaking through. What you are feeling are just growing pains. You are shedding the things and the people in your life that are holding you back. You aren't falling apart. You are falling into place. Relax. Take some deep breaths and allow those things you don't need anymore to fall off of you. Quit holding onto the pieces that don't fit you anymore. Let them fall off. Let them go. Me: Once I start doing that, what will be left of me? God: Only the very best pieces of you. Me: I'm scared of changing. God: I keep telling you - YOU AREN'T CHANGING!! YOU ARE BECOMING! Me: Becoming who? God: Becoming who I created you to be! A person of light and love and charity and hope and courage and joy and mercy and grace and compassion. I made you for more than the shallow pieces you have decided to adorn yourself with that you cling to with such greed and fear. Let those things fall off of you. I love you! Don't change! ... Become! Become! Become who I made you to be. I'm going to keep telling you this until you remember it. Me: There goes another piece. God: Yep. Let it be. Me: So ... I'm not broken? God: Of course Not! - but you are breaking like the dawn. It's a new day. Become!!! ~Author Unknown See more
17.01.2022 http://allofusdha.org//the-songbird-linking-music-and-bli/
17.01.2022 Look, I almost feel bad about this one OK. Almost. Transcription ... . . . . . . . . . . . . Text followed by a photo. Text: She said she wanted a spice rack for the kitchen. I said, 'Well, if that's what you want; what you really really want.' Image: Barbie dolls dressed like the Spice Girls arranged on floating shelves.
16.01.2022 https://time.com/5881597/disability-kindness/
15.01.2022 https://www.firstpost.com//a-case-for-subversive-child/amp
14.01.2022 Over the past few weeks an elusive bad smell set up shop in my kitchen. You know the one. You can’t really tell where it comes from and it seems to actually mo...ve around. It taunts you day after day, disappearing and reappearing making you question your very sanity. So you stop and sniff...it’s gone. And sniff...maybe you imagined it? And sniff...and there it is, a smell so rancid you want to actually part ways with your nose because you have sucked in the smell of death. So naturally you call in any and all family members to share your pain. Some of them smell it and shrug it off and some don’t and also shrug it off and none are as concerned as you are. They know you care enough for everyone. This goes on for days during which time you clean and scrub the refrigerator, pantry and garbage cans. You take to sniffing your people every time they walk by lest it is one of them. Parents know that is not out of the question. You remember the time someone set a pack of raw chicken down under a backpack (don’t ask) and you search all the crazy places. The smell continues to elude you. So you pull out the oven and look under the sink. You clean the dishwasher and the garbage disposal. You weep. You consider moving, selling the house as is because it’s the only answer left. Then one morning you wake up and decide to make chocolate chip pancakes for your cherubs. And there it is...the smell. It’s in the baking drawer. You know it. You are finally face to face with the enemy. Is it the chocolate chips? Can baking powder start to smell like a rotting corpse? Is it a rotting corpse of the furry variety?? You take a flashlight and tear the drawer apart. And that’s when you find it. A bag of steam fresh broccoli someone has cut open, removed about a quarter cup because they had a sudden craving for two spoonfuls of broccoli at some point and then for reasons that will never ever make sense to your brain put the leftovers in a baggy deposited it into the baking drawer so it can slowly rot and also slowly kill your soul over the next 14 days. Of course no one here did it. No one eats broccoli or uses baggies or even knew there was a baking drawer. I of course am once again scarred for life. Also I might no longer eat broccoli because I’ve smelled things no human should smell. Parenting...it’s not for wimps friends. Amy **Edited to add: You are clearly all my people. I love you with my heart and my nose. Also for the love read the comments friends...people have been through some THINGS.**
09.01.2022 http://www.blindscholar.com//scholar-strike-1-i-dont-see-/
09.01.2022 MY CHILD IS NOT REQUIRED TO SHARE WITH YOURS. As soon as we walked in the park, Carson was approached by at least 6 boys, all at once demanding that he share hi...s transformer, Minecraft figure, and truck. He was visibly overwhelmed and clutched them to his chest as the boys reached for them. He looked at me. "You can tell them no, Carson," I said. "Just say no. You don't have to say anything else." Of course, as soon as he said no, the boys ran to tattle to me that he was not sharing. I said, "He doesn't have to share with you. He said no. If he wants to share, he will." That got me some dirty looks from other parents. Here is the thing though: If I, an adult, walked into the park eating a sandwich, am I required to share my sandwich with strangers in the park? No! Would any well-mannered adult, a stranger, reach out to help themselves to my sandwich, and get huffy if I pulled it away? No again. So really, while you're giving me dirty looks, presumably thinking my son and I are rude, whose manners are lacking here? The person reluctant to give his 3 toys away to 6 strangers, or the 6 strangers demanding to be given something that doesn't belong to them, even when the owner is obviously uncomfortable? The goal is to teach our children how to function as adults. While I do know some adults who clearly never learned how to share as children, I know far more who don't know how to say no to people, or how to set boundaries, or how to practice self-care. Myself included. In any case, Carson only brought the toys to share with my friend's little girl, who we were meeting at the park. He only didn't want to share with the greedy boys because he was excited to surprise her with them. The next time your snowflake runs to you, upset that another child isn't sharing, please remember that we don't live in a world where it's conducive to give up everything you have to anyone just because they said so, and I'm not going to teach my kid that that's the way it works Read more about why NO is not a dirty word: http://bit.ly/2sVFt6W
07.01.2022 TRANSCRIPT OF CARTOON This cartoon has six panels. The first five panel shows a woman with blue hair with a thin pink streak, thin oval glasses, and arms that e...nd slightly above where her elbows would be. In each panel she appears, she’s in a different setting talking to a different person. I’m going to call her GLASSES. PANEL 1 A caption at the top of the panel says Monday. A brown-haired woman, hands clutched together in front of her chin, is anxiously staring at Glasses. Glasses, who was walking and is wearing a backpack, turns back to look at the woman. ANXIOUS: You’re so brave. I’d rather die than live like that! GLASSES: Um Thank you? PANEL 2 A caption says Tuesday. In a grocery store, a muscular man in a sleeveless tee, who is pushing a grocery cart, talks loudly at Glasses. He is between Glasses and the shelf, and Glasses is gesturing towards the shelf behind him, looking a little annoyed. MUSCLES: I can’t imagine being you. I’d rather be dead. GLASSES: Dude, I just want some Pop Tarts. PANEL 3 A caption says Wednesday. Glasses is seating in the what do you call those things? The sort of built-in stadium seating some college lecture halls have, with a series of long curved benches and desks, each one on a higher level as they get further from the front of the room, so everyone has a good view of the professor. Glasses has a laptop open on the desk in front of her. We can see a couple of bored looking students in the row behind Glasses. Next to Glasses is a man wearing a jacket, one of those image of a necktie tee shirts, with his black hair in a long ponytail and an expression of extreme disgust. Glasses looks very annoyed as she responds to him. PONYTAIL: I couldn’t stand not wiping my own butt. I’d die first! GLASSES: Shockingly, butt wiping isn’t actually the pinnacle of human existence. PANEL 4 A caption says Thursday. Glasses walks down a city sidewalk, a cartoon cloud indicating grumpiness floating above her. Behind her, a man wearing sandals and pants with torn knees, and carrying a shopping bag, grins as he talks at her; she doesn’t even bother turning back to look. SANDALS: It’s inspiring that you haven’t committed suicide. PANEL 5 A caption says Friday. An older couple, a man and a woman, are looking at Glasses; the man, wide-eyed, is speaking, but is cut off by Glasses yelling at him, leaning forward angrily. MAN: I’d rather be dead than- GLASSES: I don’t want to die. I have a great life! Except for ablebodied people telling me my life isn’t worth living! PANEL 6 The camera pulls back to show the man and woman now standing by themselves; Glasses, it is implied, has stomped off and left the scene. The man and woman look annoyed as they look in the direction Glasses went. MAN: Those people are so rude! WOMAN: Obviously it’s the disability that makes her so angry. http://leftycartoons.com/2020/07/21/1761/
05.01.2022 You’re going to come in contact with an awful lot of women who ache this weekend. Who absolutely hurt from their head to their heart to their toes and back up a...gain. While some of us grill burgers with their families, get brunch and burnt toast in bed, and complain about never getting to use the bathroom alone, so many women out there would do just about anything to be climbed on, or to wipe a dirty face, or to be woken up at 3 am with someone who is having monster nightmares. So many women would give anything to have one more conversation with their own mother, or to hold their baby for one more minute. I’m not saying motherhood isn’t hard. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and it’s not even a close race. Motherhood is Usain Bolt and everything else is Napoleon Dynamite. I’m not saying it’s wrong to vent, or to complain about having to match socks and pick up half-empty water glasses all over the house, because that stuff is annoying and you will never convince me otherwise. And I’m definitely not saying we shouldn’t celebrate. Because believe me, in this house, there will be celebrations. Wild, wild celebrations that involve naps and alone time and sitting quietly in the bathroom plucking stray hairs. I’m just saying maybe we could offer a kind-word to those who dread this day year after year after year. Maybe we could remind the women who grieve that we see them, and value them, and are here to hold their hand and wipe their eyes. While it may be one of the happiest weekends of the year for some, it’s the saddest, loneliest, most stressful, most heartbreaking for so many others, and I think it’s good to remember them. I know we’re all busy, but we’re not too busy to be kind, or sympathetic, or to reach out. And I mean, honestly, we’re really not busy at all. We’re all sitting at home doing basically nothing, so send the text, make the call, record the Marco Polo, or whatever. Our friends need us to show up. Be love on a day that can feel especially cruel. Written by: Amy Weatherly
02.01.2022 There are so many kinds of mother. The mothers you cherish and celebrate. The mothers who were never really there. The mothers who broke you. Who built you. The... mothers who cheered you on. Who chipped away at you until you were dust. The mothers who reveled in your astonishing intelligence and grace and power. Who saw only their own light. The mothers who died painfully young. The mothers who lived so long you felt yourself disintegrating with them. Petal by wilted petal. The mothers who shined. Who dimmed. Who did their best. Who disappointed. Who redeemed themselves. Who accepted your redemption. Who zigged and zagged. The mothers who were a beacon. The mothers you never knew. The mothers who sewed themselves into the quilt you became. The mothers who couldn’t bear to tell the truth. The mothers who were brave. The mothers who didn’t know who they were without you. Who never saw you no matter how wildly you waved. The mothers who grieved you. Who believed in you. The mothers you call. The mothers you no longer speak to. The mothers you take for granted. Or treasure. The dead mothers. The mothers you have to search for and carry. The mothers you find in people who are not your mother. The mothers like a limb. The mothers like a mirror. The mothers like a flame. The mothers you wish. The mothers you love. The mothers you ache. The mothers you echo. The mothers you wanted to be. The mothers you became. I am thinking of you. I am holding you all. See more
01.01.2022 Being a mother in 2020 is hard because: If you stay at home, you’re lazy and dependent. If you go to school, you’re expected to have the time to study like an 1...8 year old when you have to manage bills, a house, 2-6 people’s entire lives, and your own. If you work, you’re letting someone else raise your kids. If you do something nice for yourself, you’re being irresponsible with money. If you do nothing for yourself, you’ve ‘let yourself go’. If you go out, you’re an awful awful mom. If you stay at home, you’re boring. If you spank them, you’re abusive. If you don’t spank them, you’re weak and letting them walk all over you. If you’ve gained weight, you eat like a pig and don’t care about your appearance. If you’ve lost weight, you MUST be on drugs. If you run a business, you’re a scammer. If you don’t work, you have no ambition. If you have marriage/relationship problems, you should just leave. If you get a divorce, you’re undesirable and unstable. If you don’t shower, you’re a pig. If you do shower, you’re letting your kids sit alone?! If you let them cry it out, you’re altering them for life. If you hold them every night, you’re coddling them. If you buy them nice name brand clothes, you’re spoiling them. If you buy them Walmart clothes, you’re selfish and spending all that money on yourself. If you need a break, you don’t love them enough. If you never want a break, you’re too attached. If you put them in daycare, you’re trusting strangers to ‘raise’ your kids. If you give them to a family member, you’re burdening them. If you go on a date, you put men before your kids. If you stay single, you’re a prude. If you feed them organic everything, you’re a psycho with too much time. If you feed them McDonald’s, you’re setting them up for obesity. If you can’t afford 1500 a month for childcare, ‘figure it out’ ‘should’ve kept your legs closed’ If you put the father on child support, you’re ‘bitter’ If they’re dirty at ALL, you don’t take care of them. If they’re prim and proper and perfected, you’re not letting them ‘just be kids’. If you don’t allow lying, drugs, sex or alcohol, you’re creating a sneaky child. If you do allow these things, you’re a terrible example of a parent. If you wear leggings and tshirts, you gave up on yourself. If you dress up and do your makeup, you only care about yourself. If you breastfeed in public, you’re disrespecting people and seeking attention. If you bottle feed, you don’t care about your baby’s health. If you vaccinate, you’re poisoning them. If you don’t vaccinate, you’re stupid and your kids will die. If you let them use electronics, you’re stunting their brain growth. If you don’t allow electronics, you’re too old fashioned. If you co-sleep, you’re endangering them. If you put them in their own room, you’re traumatizing them. If you sport your stretch marks and sagging belly in crop tops and bikinis, you’re showing things ‘no one needs to see’. If you’re extremely modest and cover up, you’re ashamed of motherhood and you don’t appreciate it. If you say you need a quiet moment to yourself because the noise and frustration is overpowering, you’re selfish and ‘don’t appreciate these moments, you’ll miss them’ If you snap and lash out, you’re a monster of a wife/mother who people can’t BELIEVE would do that! Basically, it’s a fucking impossible job. There is no right answer. There is no manual. We all feel like we’re failing. We’re all just winging it. And we know this. Yet, we judge eachother more harshly than anyone else. If you’re seeing this, I want you to know that I see you. I see how completely frazzled you are. I see that you’ve been given the most important job in the world, with absolutely zero training, and you’re trying. You’re doing the absolute best that you can to no raise assholes. And that’s enough. Today, tomorrow, and always. Tag a mom that needs this _________________________________________ These posts are to love on eachother. The intent is to be kind, because moms have enough stress in life. Sometimes, we just need to respect and understand eachother. Nasty comments and mom shaming will just be deleted. Don’t waste the time. Bless.
