Salty Zebra

  For me Salty refers to different things.  You’ve got the slang term which refers to someone who is irritated or angry.  Yep, that’s me sometimes.  If I’m being honest, which is what this space is for, there are many times when I don’t understand why I’m in the situation I am.  Why do I have to deal with chronic pain?  Why can’t I do the things that others can?  Then there’s the haters.  You know those people who look at me when I’m in a wheelchair or using a cane and think I have no business doing that because I’m young and I don’t have any visible disabilities.  Yep, they make me salty. While those things are true and a real part of my experience, more importantly I seek to be salt.  I want to add flavor to the world, enhancing those around me to make them shine.  I want to speak truth that encourages others and preserves hope.  In Matthew 5:13 we read, “You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for any

  Hi, I’m the Salty Zebra and I use the pronouns she/her.  Like everyone, I am a collection of experiences and relationships.  I am a wife, mom, daughter, sister, cousin, auntie, niece, granddaughter, and friend.  All of these relationships matter to me, and some of the more unusual ones further define me.  For example, I am a child of divorce, not all that uncommon in itself, but the divorce was a result of both domestic violence and a sexual identification change on the part of one of my parents.  While I’m guessing this isn’t as unusual as I was led to believe as a child, it does significantly alter my childhood experience from the “normal”.   I am also a Spoonie, someone who deals with both chronic illness and disability.   I have a genetic disorder called Ehler’s-Danlos Syndromes that affects my connective tissues as well as chronic Lyme disease and many of their comorbidities (yes, I hate that word too, but it’s what they call them).   This affects the way I interact with the w