Meghan's Musings

I am beginning to realize that I am being slightly hypocritical when I tell people not to judge me based on the way I look. I want people to see past my wheelchair and judge me based on the kind of person I am. However, not everybody in the world is going to know the real me. My Facebook stalking addiction has taught me this. My little sister has tried to tell me over the years that spending time on Facebook is like slipping into a black hole. You start looking at other peoples photographs and before you know it you've lost an hour or two of your valuable time. I hate to admit this but I have done this with the Facebook profiles of people that I knew in high school. It starts off innocently enough. I see a Facebook post that I find funny, amusing, or strange. Then I click on their profile to stay what other interesting things they might have to say. Then without even thinking about it my mouse cursor just happens to click on the photos section of the profile. I start looking obse...

I recently found out that one of my uncles as the hereditary condition known as hemochromatosis. According to the Mayo Clinic website it is the most common hereditary condition among Caucasians. Hemochromatosis causes your body to absorb too much iron from the food you eat. The excess iron is then stored in your organs, especially the liver and heart. if left untreated the condition can be life-threatening. This condition can be treated by regularly removing blood from the body. The reason why this condition has become of some interest to me is because it is genetic. Apparently, both my grandmother and grandfather on my father's side of the family carry the gene for this condition. They also had five boys. Since one of my uncles has recently been diagnosed with the condition there is a good chance that my father could have it as well.  my father was also diagnosed with bipolar disorder approximately a year ago.  I believe in my heart that my father is genuinely a good person...

When  I decided to start this blog of mine over again for the 100th time, I told myself it would simply be used as a promotional tool. Meaning, it would be a way for me to get my name out there as a writer. It was also supposed to be a way for me to find my target audience. When I restarted this blog I thought I wanted to be a fiction writer.  I have it in my head that I was going to be the next JK Rowling. However, as with many other instances in my life I was completely wrong and my mother is always going to be right. She has been adamant throughout my life that my story is worth telling. The operative word being my. I didn't want to listen to her because I had convinced myself that I had not done anything that interesting enough in my life that people would want to read about.  Mothers always think their children are special and can accomplish anything they set their mind to. My mother is no different. My mother is my best and and she knows me better than I know myse...