What Happened [to] Ms. Miner?

Hey y'all! It's been a while, huh? I missed y'all. You miss me? No, really... lol.

So let me preface this by saying that I’ve been fighting ALL of 2020, literally. I was fighting my ex-publisher for the rights to my books. I was fighting my children’s fathers for child support and my oldest daughter’s trust from her paternal grandfather, that just mysterious disappeared before she turned eighteen, though his Will said otherwise. Fighting to remain COVID-free. And add fighting for my life to the mix and I been gettin’ my ass kicked all up and through this year. But my mama has a saying, “Even if you lose, they need to know the other muthafucka was in a fight.” So, don’t think that I ain’t left my mark on this year, and that will definitely continue.

This post is long overdue. Usually, around the 30, 60, or 90 day mark after beating a life-threatening illness— this makes my third in 6 years, all in March, ironically— I’m writing about the triumphant overcoming of a thing that would otherwise have taken me out. Usually, in about a month— or three— I’m feeling much better and ready to live life to the fullest. But, all the survivals— E.coli in my kidney and the woman I loved trying to kill me— couldn’t have prepared me for what happened this past March. Long story short, I had a stroke, caused by an aneurysm rupturing in my brain, and had to get my head split open. That’s how I explain it to people when they ask. I won’t go into the details, but you can find them in an article Boiling Point: Aneurysms and High Blood Pressure in Black Women that was posted in AL.com’s Reckon Women column. (This column is coordinated by a survivor as well, Javacia Harris-Bowser, who is kicking breast cancer’s ass and finds the time and energy to run her business and help others. Check out her journey, and her company, See Jane Write, that teaches women how to blog and make a living as writers).

March 2020