Michelle Renee Kidwell
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Abled does not mean enabled. Disabled does not mean less abled.” ― Khang Kijarro Nguyen
Fighting to end ableism, one, poem, story, article at a time. Will you join me?
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Like Letters Written in the Sand Part Nineteen
It was not Anna-leis’ style to sit still and after a few days, she would need to find something more than just sitting at a desk and writing. It was difficult for her to be sidelined, until she recovered, but that is where she found herself at the moment. Since Anna-lei would not be able to use her prosthetics until the sores healed, Clarence tried to keep her busy when he was not at work. For now, he worked at home as much as he could, in order to maintain her spirits. Occasionally, this might involve a trip to the beach to watch the sunset, where he would carry her to a comfortable spot and lay a blanket on the sand. In truth, it had taken her some time to get comfortable with needing any kind of assistance, and she was still not comfortable with it. It was different with Clarence, who did not just assume she needed assistance, but inquired about her needs.
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Fiction
The Hard Parts
Psalm 89:9-12 NIV You rule over the surging sea; when its waves mount up, you still them. [10] You crushed Rahab like one of the slain; with your strong arm you scattered your enemies. [11] The heavens are yours, and yours also the earth; you founded the world and all that is in it. [12] You created the north and the south; Tabor and Hermon sing for joy at your name.
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Poets
It’s Not A Lonely Road
Philippians 4:6 – 7 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. [7] And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Journal
Like Letters Written in the Sand Part Eighteen
“Anna-leis, I cannot promise you a child, that this adoption will occur, but I can promise you that I will fight to accomplish it, and that I will love you until the day I die and beyond. As he held Anna-leis, Clarence made a promise to her.
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Fiction
Don't Think I Don't Hear
“When you focus on someone’s disability you’ll overlook their abilities, beauty and uniqueness. Once you learn to accept and love them for who they are, you subconsciously learn to love yourself unconditionally.” Yvonne Pierre
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Poets
