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Sandra Jean-Pierre | Digital Artist & Writer of Words.


In the things that cannot be said… In all that 2020 took – I pray safe homegoing, strength for your family, courage for your Wife. You were Dad to me for a short time, provided shelter during my times of need, wise words during my hurt- your silent generosity has me indebted forever. I am thankful for your cover, your protection and love. Thank you Mr. Orr, I stand in the shadow of your greatness. I speak your name. #truestoriesof2021#homegoingcelebration

Disabled Chronicles, No.8

My mind is generally willing – gogogo! Get things done! The cosmos are the limit! Yay all the knowledge! My body? My body has a more practical view of things. Slow and steady, easy does it, maybe not all at once. But it does what it can to keep me here – so I’m thankful, even as I feed it things that soothe my emotions more than my well-being. Together my Mind and Body help me Be: full, vibrant, whole

Disabled Chronicles, No. 376

My case managers used to ask me every year if I wanted to choose home services – so I can stay in my home or a nursing facility. That question was always absurd to me: why would I leave where I am thriving to go to a place where I am almost sure I would not or at a minimum not fully be able to live how I want? Nursing facilities are marginally good options for a lot of situations

This time of year is when I work the hardest. It’s the time of year when I am most not OK.This year hasn’t been an exception. There is this visceral grittiness  about this whole year that i haven’t been able to shake. This wholesale callousness that’s saddening. I’m supposed to keep plodding along but each step makes me wonder how and why. This year feels like obliteration. How do you come back from that, again in one life?#truestoriesof2020

Fed Up

You know what I want for the holidays? I want my coloring books to have sales in the hundreds. All of them. Cause I can’t be this talented and still this broke. #FedUp#TrueStoriesOf2020