Did you know that March is cerebral palsy awareness month? Because I sure didn’t, and I have cerebral palsy.
I feel like I should intrinsically know about these things, as though having cerebral palsy comes with an automatic daily subscription to “Cerebral Palsy Digest”, complete with news, comics, and a crossword puzzle (3 across: Last name of T.V. actor with cerebral palsy). Headline for March 1st: “In Case You Weren’t Aware, This Month is About You!” (someone please come up with better headlines, fast).
Sadly, there is no “Cerebral Palsy Digest”, but luckily, there is Instagram. Last week, I started following @cerebralpalsystrong (an Instagram account for things cerebral palsy-related) and saw a post about March being CP Awareness Month.
So in honor of Cerebral Palsy Awareness Month, I decided to make a list of 10 things you (probably) didn’t know about cerebral palsy: Continue reading
Valentine’s Day was last week, and while Valentine’s Day isn’t as popular or over-commercialized here in Latvia as it is in the U.S., it’s still a significant day, I think.
While most people have been posting about friends and significant others, I’ve been thinking about how Valentine’s Day can also be a time to reflect on self-love. One of the main ways that I’ve learned about self-love has been through yoga.
I have mild cerebral palsy, which makes yoga and all the balancing involved one of the most difficult things I could make myself do.
But in February 2018, I decided to take the plunge and challenge myself to do yoga every day. Continue reading
There was no snow, fir trees, or old fur coats that reek of moth-balls, and there wasn’t even a wardrobe, but yesterday I found another world. Continue reading
Hi everyone! If you’re curious about my study abroad adventures, hop on over to this website, where you can find my study abroad blog.
Don’t worry, I’ll be back on this blog (and hopefully making lots of pies) this summer.
Hi everyone, it’s been a while. I don’t have a very good excuse for not keeping this blog up-to-date, other than Organic Chemistry, which took all my free time last year and turned it into hexagons (gross exaggeration, but you get what I mean).
But here I am! Back again, and just in time for the first snow of the year. Continue reading
I’ll admit that I meant to write a post during the month of September, but the last time I checked we’re already in October…so much for that plan. Since a lot of things have happened since the last time I posted, I thought I would give you a few highlights, “Friends” style:
#1: The One Where She Makes Another Pie
I was at school for all of one week before I felt the familiar urge to bake a pie. This time, it was a little more complicated to get the necessary baking supplies (a 20-minute walk to Safeway- oh, the aggooonnnyy), but on a sunny Saturday morning I stormed Safeway like a mad woman.
I like to think that a good baker can express their emotions through baking. In that case, this last summer pie would be an I’m-going-back-to-school-and-I-am-excited-but-also-don’t-want-to-leave-home-quite-yet pie. Determined to make a bold foray into the realm of fruit pies, I made use of the peaches we had in our kitchen, and, one day before I left for school, I made a peach pie.
It’s the end of summer, which means I’ve spent the last few days frantically throwing all my belongings into boxes, suitcases, and random containers and then emptying them out again in my small dorm room at my small college in that small town. The end of summer and the start of a school year is always bittersweet for me, kind of like the Lemon Chess Pie.
I confess that yesterday morning I briefly considered stealing from our local Safeway. No, I’m not a criminal mastermind, and yes, I probably would have given myself away before I had even touched a thing, but I seriously considered it for all of one minute. Why? Grasshopper pie.
Wake-up call was at 7:00 am yesterday, which is unusual for me, especially on a Sunday morning. Nevertheless, at 7:00 a.m. sharp I was awake- well, as close to awake as I could be at that hour. Groggy, with hair sticking out in multiple directions, I reached for my apron, hummed the Mission Impossible theme song, and started on the Shoofly Pie*.