My name is Leah. I am a 53 year old wife and “plastic” mom. My dad has step-grandchildren and they call him”p-pop”. Stands for plastic pop since he is not their “real grandfather”. I am raising my nephew and that is why I refer to myself as his plastic mom. I am utterly and hopelessly dazed and confused when it comes to parenting. No kids of my own.
I became disabled at the age of 43 after back surgery gone wrong. I have Adhesive Arachnoiditis. Fancy name for scar tissue which happens to be wreaking havoc on my nerves. I have chronic pain from the mid back down. Most days I would like to cut my feet off because the pain is horrific. I have lost most of my friends since becoming disabled. I can’t do all of the things I used to do. I never know if it’s going to be a good day or a bad day until I wake up. Consequently, I end up backing out of plans on a pretty regular basis.
I love reading and writing. I used to love yard sales! Computers fascinate me. If I can get back into school, I would love to go into forensics. I want to live in Alaska – off the grid – kinda. I would like solar power and internet! Who am I kidding? Running water would be nice too.
Somewhere along the way I lost ” me”. I am in hopes of finding “me” through writing. I hope to meet people from all walks of life on here.
Let’s update this bad boy!
I stopped writing out of a fear of not being good enough. I used to win spelling contests at school and know simple words give me a fit. I am a comma whore. My brain seems to think every sentence deserves a comma. NOT! My grammar is out the window. I have forgotten almost every rule I learned in school plus the ones my mom taught me. The only thing I remember for sure is that you use “were”with a subjunctive. Many people get that one wrong but mama pounded that one in every day.
I am deeply saddened at the way we humans treat each other. We don’t have to all be alike. We don’t have to all have the same belief system. Why can’t we seem to disagree with one another without hate and name calling? Why can’t we admire someone for the kind of person they are instead of judging them for who/what they believe in or for the color of their skin? Why is it so hard to see someone as an individual rather than placing them in a group? Just because someone is from the Middle East, it doesn’t make them a member of Isis. Look how many home grown terrorists we have.
All are welcome here. I ramble. Well, almost all. If you start name-calling or treating someone like garbage because of different belief systems, you’re out. Please show respect. We can agree to disagree.
My writing is juvenile at best, but it’s mine. I will never win an award for my writing, but please know that I put my heart and soul into everything I write. I have decided to start posting again because my mother is on her death bed and that is the only thing she asked me to do when she is gone.