While speaking at a Listen to Your Mother Event, I met a mother whose middle son died by suicide. She bravely shared about how his life was cut short because of two bad decisions.
When a picture he shared privately, became public (after being tormented with the possibility for no one knows how long) he decided that humiliation was more than he could bear. His life ended at aged 15.
How many times have
Let’s go back several years, no need to count how many, to the August of my 18th birthday. I had graduated that Spring, moved “away from home”, was legally (almost) an adult (19 is adulthood in the state of Nebraska) and excited to embrace two civic duties now available to me: 1) Vote* 2) Give blood.The first was easily registered, the second wasn’t. Turns out to give blood I had to be 18 and have certain healthy weight and blood pressure qualifications, which I did not. I even tried to negotiate with the nurse, to no avail. I'm asking for two things for my birthday this year, read on to give one.
Fair warning and disclaimer: these opinions are, in fact, my own.
Families across the globe move because they are forced to flee. Many more remain in hiding, are tortured, and die a long, slow, and painful death of body and spirit.
Homes are ripped away due to war. Discrimination. Segregation. Oppression.
A process of desperation.
Shall I ever have to plead for Asylum? I don’t know. Policies, as they stand currently, mean my family is not welcome to relocate in most English-speaking countries. We are born Americans. However, if we want to emigrate, or if circumstances
This week we shared stories that advocate for and with people with disabilities from around the world. Really great stuff.
Here is a line-up of the links and take a trip down the rabbit-hole-of-awesomeness for more!
