I hate Facebook. Since 2008 when I joined, I’ve always hated it—Twitter was my first “super” social site and is currently my favorite. I say “super” social sites because we won’t count AOL Voices, Black Planet, and Myspace (may they rest in peace), but these “super” social sites have IPO’s—yes, I have stock in Twitter since it is my favorite social site. But I didn’t come on here to talk about social site preferences, but rather the content. In the last few days, Facebook has erupted with adorable (and not so adorable) photos of Daughter/Son appreciation. Those who are childless have had the luxury of looking at the photos shared, whereas some (like me) scroll right past all the photos only stopping at what incites us. So, the asshole part, okay, I’m getting to it. Let me put this out there for those who may have sensitivities to my delivery, approach, or candor. This isn't a blog to negate parenting or complain about a post, but instead, the son/dau...
It's a wrap, Sickle Cell Awareness Month comes to an end! I am so proud of those who donated to Sickle Cell, reposted my blogs and joined me in the conversation of Sickle Cell—this is all part of awareness. Please, let my experience be the conversation you have for years to come as you make others aware of Sickle Cell! In conclusion to my Sickle Cell journey, I will wrap up with my last, horrific hospitalization. For many of you, you read the, “Won’t he do it” blog from 2015 when I spoke on the experience of the hospitalization, but if you did not read it, here is the link to get caught up, look you get 2 blogs in 1! https://maliseaqueen.blogspot.com/2015/12/wont-he-do-it-on-christmas-eve.html In short, in 2014 I started to have breathing issues and it all started after I participated in the Sickle Cell walk (ironically). It felt as though a gorilla was holding an elephant and they’re sitting on my chest, and th...