: About Me

Hello! My name is Marykathryn and I live in a rural part of Maine with my husband and two children. Even though it gets kind of chilly here, I love the change of seasons as we tumble through the years. I think the crisp colors of Autumn is my favorite, and no, I have never seen anyone tip a cow over!
Well,I have made it to be the ripe old age of 42. I say that because I was born with a rare, progressive form of Muscular Dystrophy that has affected all of my muscles, but mostly those used for respiration. To help support my breathing at night I use a respirator, and I also depend on oxygen, a feeding tube, and a tracheostomy. I type with two fingers.
Because of my weakness, my ability to speak and be understood has been greatly diminished. Growing up I had so many thoughts and feelings that I wanted to share. I wanted people to know me. I wanted people to know that I was here...that I had a beating heart, and a brain filled with knowledge and understanding. One of the saddest lessons I learned in my life was that people connected my outward appearance with my intellect. I remember thinking how unfair that was that they were missing out on well...me. They were missing out on me.
I began writing at an early age. Even though my siblings could understand me most of the time there were still those moments when they just could not get it. So I wrote my words down for them. My parents however could catch every sentence I spoke. I could have been speaking in tongues, upside down, in another part of the house, and they would get each word. I could not fathom how they could do that until I had children of my own. NOW I GET IT!
In 1999 after noticing that I was bruising easily and had some sores that were not healing, I was diagnosed with Chronic Myeloid Leukemia. What a blow. After a few rounds of chemo and some radiation, it was gone, only to rear its ugly head once more in 2001. I was weaker than ever. It hurt to touch my own body, and to hold my children. I remember thinking what use is this beating heart inside this broken body if it cannot cradle those I love. Month after month went by and slowly I saw what strength I had return. I found that humor truly was the best medicine, and I learned that no matter what, even though my life didn't turn out the way I had planned it , or the way I wanted it to be, it was wonderful...I found a man that slipped into my world as if by magic, scooped me up, trach and all, and fell in love...and the best part of all is this tattered and torn body helped to create two beautiful, funny, and completely irrisitable little beings.
So thats me...Marykathryn Crabtree. Here I am.

My passion is ...

my children

I know too much about ...

disability

My parents always told me ...

stay strong

My childhood ambition ...

to become a writer

My favorite memory ...

the day I got married & the birth of my children

Why I write ...

self expression

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I read poetry...I watch Greys Anatomy & Private Practice...I listen to all types of music

My first job ...

I was a dishwasher at a local diner...lasted 5 whole days! The owner told me I was going to put him outta business because I kept dropping dishes...I have Muscular Dystrophy.

My best moment ...

making it this far in my life

My inspiration ...

Ray, Nathaniel, & Nikki~Love you!~

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Religion

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I'am stopping for a moment because I need to say "Thank you Lord for all the things that are part of my life each day." The sun that slips in softly to wake me from my sleep encouraging me to start my day leaving blankets in a heap. Thank you Lord for my children who take me by the hand and lead my through an open door to play out in the sand. There we sit together just my babies and me~ they point out things that are so important~ the things we fail to see... Puffy white clouds that sail across a background of baby blue... towering trees that stretch their branches as if trying to reach f...

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