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By Alexa Shea So, as I’m writing this, it’s 1:37 pm on Monday, September 26th, 2022. I’m recovering from my exciting weekend in NYC. I had the amazing opportunity to be invited to attend the Global Citizen NYC 2022 Festival held at Central Park this past Saturday. I’ve honestly never seen anything like it. Over…
I went to open the door in full anticipation of it being a nurse with my long-awaited breast pump, but it wasn’t. Instead, at my door were two women with clipboards in their hands. The pretty heavier-set blonde introduced herself. Her name was Janessa, and she informed me that she was my assigned social worker….
After the doctor visit, I made phone calls to every number I had written down in that coloring book that the policeman John F gave me. I called my sister Natalee who was watching Gracie at the time while Ty was on the ice. She put the phone on speaker so that I could talk…
I was not about to allow any to see me naked or touch me without my consent. After fighting with the nursing staff for hours and sleeping in the community room couches – the nurse Tyrell finally convinced me to go ahead with the skin check because he promised to find me a female nurse…
They took my clothes. I wasn’t allowed to have drawstrings, and Ty’s sweatshirt that I was wearing had them, along with the sweats I had on, overtop of my orange v-cut lacy silk nightgown. Since I had been taken from my home unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, those were the clothes I had…
(Again, I’m honoring the legal advice I’ve been given, and I have chosen not to use anyone’s last names due to the lawsuit I’m pursuing/engaged in) After I clicked the record button on my phone, which was sitting on my lap facing the ceiling, a man named Michael R. appeared on the Telehealth screen. It…
My handcuffs were pulling tight as I tried to wiggle my way out of the back of the cop car. Police officer John had come around the back side of the car and opened the door for me. His face showed compassion, and although he wasn’t exactly smiling, his expression was that of a concerned…
By Alexa Johns Mother’s Day is coming up on Sunday, May 8th, and this will be a very different experience for me than my first one last year. I’ve held off on writing about this topic due to some legal restrictions, but I’ve been given the go-ahead from my attorneys to tell my story, without…
By Alexa Johns Before starting this blog, I ask God/Infinite Intelligence to pour through me and onto this page. I ask to know how to articulate what I need to say, to let love express itself now, and by doing so, to heal and harmonize all unlike itself. I ask for higher help, and I…
By the time this blog post is published, I’ll be in Puerto Rico with some of my lady friends wearing bikinis, sipping sparkling rose, and lounging in our beachy Airbnb. I’m starting to pack tonight because now that I’m a mom, I realize I have to do it in 5-minute increments when I get the…
