I wrote the below post one year ago during a research trip to Washington D.C. and Richmond, VA studying Civil War medicine. This memory popped up today on my Facebook memories and I figured it was worth the share. I am so passionate about what I do. God has truly blessed me with the best… Continue reading Flashback to Richmond:Appreciating the Chimborazo hospital site.
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Tucked away in the Ozark Mountains rests one of my absolute favorite cities. Not only is the city rich in history, but virtually every building in the historic district has been restored and bask in their Victorian-era elegance. There is no place that I feel so at home, so at peace, or so incredibly happy than in Eureka Springs, Arkansas.
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Basin Park Hotel
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My day started off hectic, I was late- as always 🤷🏼♀️, threw lunchables in lunch boxes and finally got the boys to their grandma’s so I could get to MSU. It was not ideal, I was frustrated and had major anxiety, but as soon as I sat down here, looking at these documents, I felt… Continue reading “Do something you love and you’ll never work a day in your life”
Today, I had a very humbling experience that I thought I would share... This weekend my family and I went to the opening of a restaurant in which the owner- who happened to be a celebrity- was present. People lined up around the block to get wrist bands to meet her, see the ribbon cutting,… Continue reading Today, I had a humbling Experience…
Four years ago, I stood in front of this fireplace. I stood in awe of the brickwork that had remained intact since 1733, the musty smell, the history of the family who had lived there that I left feeling like I knew, the goosebumps, the energy. It was majestic. Today, scrolling through Instagram, seeing that… Continue reading “Follow your heart, follow HIS signs- everything else is noise.”
Our shoes. That’s what I thought about before we walked out the door this morning. Not “do they match my outfit?” “Did he pick out ones that matched his shirt?” Or “Did he tie them?” Today it was “I can't run in these.” And if I can’t run, I can’t protect my son. At least… Continue reading #bepreparednotscared
Sitting here I’m frozen in your warm, steady glance, For eyes so tender and sweet they hold me here in a sinister trance, I never thought it possible that I’d ever see you again, Left with only a memory and what could have been, Caught in this moment my body sits stagnant here, Taking… Continue reading Only a Picture
The funny thing is I know you’re too far gone, I realize there will never be an “us” again for we have both moved on, But somehow I keep placing myself here, taking my heart back to that time, Gazing at a picture that brings up emotions I can’t find words to define, Keep… Continue reading Can’t Breathe
Until the late 1930s, the narratives of former slaves living in Missouri were unheard. As many slaves were illiterate, documenting their experiences was commonly impossible. Due to the predominance of illiteracy, oral histories of former slaves were collected by the Works Progress Administration (WPA) in 1936 through a series of interviews with former slaves. As… Continue reading The Limits and Strengths of the WPA Missouri Slave Narratives
In honor of Pride month, I decided to post a few book reviews for those interested in LGBTQ history. In my first semester of graduate school, I took a gender theory class which changed my perspective on so many aspects of queer history and gender studies. By sharing these book reviews and some analysis, my… Continue reading Charity and Sylvia: An “Open Secret” in Nineteenth-Century America
