When my daughter and her husband bought me a DNA test for my birthday a few years ago, I was thrilled to confirm that I was almost as Irish as … Continue reading How Irish Am I?
Slighte-ly Maggie: A Podcast From Me
Slighte-ly Maggie Podcast 1 Transcript 4:31 PM: Transcript Doing this idea of the podcast… Slightely Maggie the podcast. What does that look like? Slightely Maggie the advocate for herself. I’m … Continue reading Slighte-ly Maggie: A Podcast From Me
My Queer Latter-day Story
It’s been a few years since I started reflecting on my relationship with LGBTQIA+ Pride and how my relationship with the month of celebration has changed over the years. From … Continue reading My Queer Latter-day Story
Three Years With A Home
In spite of the fact I was living with no running water and only the sparsely-available electricity of a small solar panel in a fifth-wheel I called ‘home’ with a husband as temporary as the broken-down RV, I applied to Southern New Hampshire University…
Waiting for a Home I Can Use
The reality of living in the Pacific Northwest as a disabled person during a housing crisis In October 2018, the day before my 52nd birthday, my doctor prescribed a power chair for … Continue reading Waiting for a Home I Can Use
I Was Addicted to Milk
For weeks we worked with my physicians to discover that although my swallow reflex was completely intact, I could no longer feel that area of my throat, which caused me to panic.
Life Behind the Signs
As many people whose families are in danger from this virus isolate, signs go up on their doors but life goes on Behind the signs signifying caution people at risk … Continue reading Life Behind the Signs
Writing Changes In 2019
It has been a LONG time since I have written in this blog. For my loyal readers, I do apologize! I may not have been writing here, however, I HAVE … Continue reading Writing Changes In 2019
The Ink in Our Veins
When I entered the family history center that stormy April afternoon, I had one thing on my mind; I had never seen a photo of my father’s father. I was 46 and I had never seen my grandfather’s face.
I typed his name into the search bar on the site, Newspapers.com, “George R. Slighte,” the results came back instantly.
10 Years After My War on Drugs
Ten years ago, I began a war against a drug that now takes the life of thousands daily
M.E. Slighte 