Khadija Goding

When I think about how I discovered my calling as a writer, I have to credit how I came into this world. My story begins in January of 1982, during a blizzard that had swept my soon-to-be-corner-of-the-planet, Brooklyn, New York. My very pregnant, 31-year-old mother was snacking on Lays potato chips and watching The Jeffersons when her water broke. In preparation for my arrival, she had taken a break from completing her graduate degree in early childhood education, primarily because her last trimester was chock full of projectile vomiting and back aches.

Keywords: accessibility ; community ; cooperation ; disability rights ; Education ; equality ; family ; human rights ; Humanity ; Peace