Hello friends. Next month is Lung Cancer Month, and in honor of those survivors, those lost and their families, friends, and loved ones... I am going to do a ART/Photography project. My hope is that it will go viral and get a discussion going.
It is hard for us because we compete with prostate cancer awareness that month. Getting the conversation going is not easy, but I believe even if we could help end the stigma around Lung Cancer just a little bit... we would have done something great.
I live in the Harrisburg area of PA... but I have thought of a way that everyone can participate in this project around the world.
All you need is a black marker, a couple sheets of paper and a camera. 💗
I want our stories heard. I want people to know that we need help. If this sounds like something you are interested in, please let me know. Together, we can make change.
I get a little tired of people who assume that just because you have kids, you are automatically completely uncool, and that all your time is spent wiping babies from head to toe, giving spit baths, criticizing their every move, volunteering for PTA, blogging in your spare time, clipping coupons before crock potting a pot roast, ironing the clothes, bleaching the whites, mopping the floors, harvesting your eggs, sewing for your etsy shop, scrapbooking the little things, taking pictures of everything they do, saving for college, reading Dr. Suess, socializing at the bus stop, sweeping the floor, laughing over coffee with your jogging stroller, wearing your birkenstocks and listening to Baby Einstein.
Just because I DO THESE THINGS OCCASIONALLY.
Does not mean for one second that sometimes I don’t just want to be a kick ass girl with streaks in her hair, a ring in her nose, a tattoo on her arm, concert tickets in her purse, vodka in her fridge, a leather mini-skirt in her closet, her best single friends and a standing reservation for Las Vegas once a year with a don’t ask don’t tell policy, and the desire to just once be seen as more than the mother of 5 kids. Sometimes I just want to be seen as a “Maggie”. A “Maggie” with an extremely adorable set of children… (I joke, but sometimes it's hard to over come labels. )