I turned in my last paper with a sigh of relief knowing that I would be done until Monday. It didn't take long for me to wake up the next morning realizing that I needed to order a textbook and complete some assigned readings before the next class. Hi friends, I know it's been a while. I've been wanting to write more and not just for school. It's been more difficult than expected to keep up with my program. Last week, I had finals for my classes (I'm on the quarter system).

“Cô gái có đôi bàn chân yếu”, I’ve learned that this nickname doesn’t define me, but it adds to my story. And that story has made me strong... Hello there! I am Lv Vo, a 19 year old university student in Salt Lake City, Utah. Being born into a family of Vietnamese immigrants, disability was not something we discussed openly. My CMT was more prominent and easier for my family to notice. I grew up very aware that my body was different. My grandparents would introduce me as cô

CMT is a part of my life, but it isn’t my whole life. Hi everyone! My name is Lauren Blanchette, I’m 23 years old, and I’m from Rhode Island. I graduated from the University of Rhode Island last year with a Bachelor’s degree in Business Management and Sports. I’ve always loved sports and being around people, and I’m currently looking for a career in Sports Management. My dream job would be to work as a Team and Family Services Manager for a professional sports team. And if yo

My three-day break was starting the next day. But, I was too busy reading through an email about one of my graduate classes, to give it much thought. My eyes scanned through the lengthy syllabus and instructions on what to complete before the first class. Summer is over. Now, the changes feel real. While the weeks carried on to the next, it didn't truly feel like summer until I went to the beach on Thursday. I enjoyed a beautiful afternoon with friends and being near the wate

I smiled gently as I read the title of an email. Not what I expected see that Thursday morning. But, it sure made my day. I wouldn't consider myself a poet. I'm passionate about writing on topics of chronic pain, disability, faith, dance, and will sometimes dive into fictional stories that are stiring in my mind. Poems? I often feel stuck even when attempting to write one. Though I have been more in this past year. Writing poetry feels almost like learning a foreign langauge.

Three days. How was I supposed to make it through three full days of an in person conference? It's not like Diamonds, where there's no traveling and I'm able rest even while listening to sessions. One day in itself would be a lot for me physically. Last month, I attended a conference designed mostly for biblical counselors, ministry leaders, and those in similar fields. This all came about from a conversation at a young adults group I regularly go to at my church. I mentioned