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Sandra Jean-Pierre

Category: Life

Fight In The Belly

I don’t remember what her face looks like. I remember that she had brown skin like mine, that she was wiry, where my own Mom had not been and that she had this boundless energy that I could not for the life of my five year old self, understand. What her sole mission seemed to be though, was to make me walk from one end of the hallway to the next, despite myself.  At first it seemed simple enough: she

Out Of Order

My Peers are in their late 30s/early 40s. Some have been to and graduated college or University. Some of them are married.  Some have children. Many of them have careers that they either love or hate. All of them are making it through the best they can. And I am on the outside of their experiences, looking in, wondering what normal would feel like. Some time ago one of my peers posted how their Parent had a cold and that

Disabled Chronicles, No.3753

    In the midst of a morning full of fuckery that my sister and brother are bailing me out of…   Me: (To Sister) If you wash my face, I’ll brush my teeth and I’ll be able to get done faster. Then you can get a yogurt for me so I won’t leave on an empty stomach.   Sister: Okay, stand close to the bathroom door… (Gets washcloth and puts soap on it while I park like 6 feet

Disabled Chronicles, No. 589

“They looks like railroad tracks in there!” The heavily accented Hispanic X-ray tech expressed this with a mixture of shock and something that echoed the sentiments of pobrecita. “I know right?!” I answered back with a half smirk on my lips and equal sentiments of How Cool and How Utterly Badass Is That? I don’t think he was ready for my response, because his bushy eyebrows shot up, then crunched down as he adjusted my arms and ensured that my

Leaders

Being a Leader is not just about the mountain-top moments, with sun shining, birds chirping as you succeed and win. Where everyone wants to be around and everyone is a friend. Being a Leader is also about watching what you put your blood, sweat and tears into, swan dive off a cliff in horrific majesty. It is then about experiencing those who’ve just watched what happened and who you’ve lead, turn around and say to your face (or with their

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