Badass Bitch on a Power Wheelchair

Welcome to my corner of the internet, where life takes time.

I have use a lot of different titles over my lifetime. Some of the "bad ones" whose shrouds I have worn, I have reconciled and released through lots of therapy. Some of the "good ones" whose mantels I have worn I have allowed to puff me up in the past yet, I now see them in a more tempered light. I think some of it is being over the age of 55, and some of it is just that I have allowed time to mellow me.

A friend recently gave me the title "Baddass bitch in a power wheelchair" and it makes me smile, so I'll own it. I have found my voice ... "her" voice ... and there are things that need saying.

It's not a space dedicated to rants, although there may be some of that. It's a space to share my lived experiences as a woman, misdiagnosed for 12 years, now living with a progressive muscle-wasting disease for more than 32 years, being a newlywed in my late 50's, enjoying travel and a new home with my husband--and all that that entails. And maybe some commentary on the times we live in.

Let the Sound Waves being.