Advocate for animal rescue, cruelty-free products, disability rights, and random acts of kindness. Believer in kindness & the beauty in everyone.
Advocate for animal rescue, cruelty-free products, disability rights, and random acts of kindness. Believer in kindness & the beauty in everyone. Kicks back by blogging, listening to music, walking her dogs, and checking out her social media feeds. Jacki earned a Bachelor of Arts in English and history, and a Master of Arts in history, both from the University of Saskatchewan. She currently works at Disability Services for Students at the U of S.
As a person with a disability, I consider technology an incredible gift. It has opened up the world to me. Like Hugh Herr, the biophysicist who specializes in robotics, says, "Remove technology and I am imprisoned. All I can do is crawl. But with it I am free." Free.
I had heard previously about the law of attraction, but this was the first time I read a book about it. It stresses that the universe is bountiful, and to tap into that abundance all you need to do is ask. I decided to test this theory .
I'm one of those bizarre souls who adores winter. I love snow and hoarfrost and bright blue skies. In addition to the outdoor beauty, I love the downtime winter provides. I get to catch up on my reading and Netflix. I might even throw in a craft project or two.
We seem to be relying on our smartphones more and more every day--and that is never as apparent to me as when I travel. My phone helps me navigate new locales; seek out good restaurants; take photos and videos; and keep friends and family posted on my adventures. I really can't imagine travelling without one anymore.
Travelling solo is my preferred way to go. I don't have to adjust myself to anyone else's sleep/wake schedule; I can eat wherever I want, whatever I want; I can go to any sites or shops I choose without worrying my companion might be bored; and I can make deeper connections with the locals. Travelling solo can be a lot of fun, and with technology's help, it's never been safer to do so.
People with disabilities are often judged as broken, incomplete, or lacking. Because of this, their bodies are not considered beautiful. Surrounded by these negative and dismissive attitudes towards the disabled body, it is a joy to watch fledgling movements take flight, which portray disabled bodies in more positive light.
I am hard of hearing and rely on lipreading. Video can be difficult, for a variety of reasons, including camera angle, voice-overs, sound effects, accents, and animation. Every time captioning fails at the movies, I am reminded of my inability to participate in activities many Canadians take for granted. I feel belittled, squashed, unimportant.
It worries me that we are being encouraged to groom our friend lists into small cliques full of yes-people. Because here's the thing: people are quirky and unique. Sometimes that quirkiness crosses the line or is just downright annoying. I get that. But the differentness of the people around us challenges us with new perspectives and helps us grow.
On June 14, 1985, Canadian singer/songwriter Corey Hart released his second album, Boy in the Box. Packed with hits that have become CanCon classics, it was one of the first Canadian albums to become...
Since my mom died almost 10 years ago, I've struggled with Mother's Day. It doesn't help that I am also childless and single. Mother's Day is typically a mix of happy memories and sad introspection for me. I'm not the only one who finds Mother's Day complicated. When I recently polled my friends, I found a wellspring of Mother's Day heartache, and stories and tangents I had not considered.
While my hearing is pretty bad, I can hear some things and am not considered clinically deaf. I had a CAT scan in my early 20s, which showed that my cochleas didn't completely form. My diagnosis is "profound hearing loss." Loud, deep noises are my friends. I've never heard a bird sing. I can't hear the kettle whistle or the doorbell ring.
The issue of animal testing is a murky minefield. I'm not here to preach. You can Google if you're interested in the issue. The lines I have drawn for myself will be questionable to some. But I believe that you don't have to be a radical protester to make a difference -- every small choice you make counts.
I continue to carry those words with me: "fat", "ugly", "lazy", "worthless". My one positive attribute was my smarts, and I owned being smart. I shaped myself into the female equivalent of Anthony Michael Hall's character in The Breakfast Club: a dorky loner who was thrilled when she got her first pair of prescription eyeglasses.
I don't like pictures of myself, and I did a lot of self-reflection about that during the selfie project. The rules for the Selfie Project were simple: post at least five selfies on Facebook over the course of a week and talk to me about the experience afterwards. I don't consider myself "attractive" in any way the idea is bounced around: cute, pretty, beautiful, sexy. I am not alone.
I am just one of many thousands of Corey Hart fans, and I can't explain how deeply Corey's acknowledgements touch me. I've spent a lot of my life on the periphery. I've been stood up, left behind, forgotten about. I live a very lonely existence at times. To have Corey recognize me this way -- Corey Hart! -- an internationally acclaimed pop star who I've admired almost my whole life -- fulfills me in a way I can't explain.