S3 FINALE PHOTO DUMP! 💜😜 #dctitans #hbomax #babsnation
S3 FINALE PHOTO DUMP! 💜😜 #dctitans #hbomax #babsnation
S3 FINALE PHOTO DUMP! 💜😜 #dctitans #hbomax #babsnation
S3 FINALE PHOTO DUMP! 💜😜 #dctitans #hbomax #babsnation
S3 FINALE PHOTO DUMP! 💜😜 #dctitans #hbomax #babsnation
S3 FINALE PHOTO DUMP! 💜😜 #dctitans #hbomax #babsnation
S3 FINALE PHOTO DUMP! 💜😜 #dctitans #hbomax #babsnation
S3 FINALE PHOTO DUMP! 💜😜 #dctitans #hbomax #babsnation
S3 FINALE PHOTO DUMP! 💜😜 #dctitans #hbomax #babsnation
S3 FINALE PHOTO DUMP! 💜😜 #dctitans #hbomax #babsnation
We just hit the 30k mark 🎉 so in honor of that I wanted to introduce myself and say thank you to those who’ve only recently joined this cyber-circle-of-friends! I know many of you are fans of @dctitans and I’m right there with you 💥 It’s been such a blast to tap into all the #babsnation love out there and I’ve truly felt so embraced by you all. So thank you! 🙏🏽Who am I when I’m not playing Barbara Gordon…? The most honorable role I’ll ever play is that of a Mother. 🙌🏽 My son, Charlie Cotton, is nine years old and he’s way cooler, sweeter, more radiant & rad than I’ll ever be. I’m a single mama and he’s a single kiddo and we make a goofy little team. 🌎 So that’s the first thing to know about me. I’m also an amputee and still somewhat new to it. This month, I rounded the 5th year anniversary of losing my right leg (AKA 🦿) due to a freak accident at a Farmer’s Market in 2016. #legshmeg is my motto and “Gratitude is my painkiller” is my mantra, every live long day. ✨ I’m an actress, a writer on a good day, and a musician sometimes too. I play very basic rhythm guitar, pretend to play piano & mandolin, and identify as an unrequited drummer (truly, I was learning to play on a kit when I lost my kick drum foot 🤨). When I feel most of service is when I get to support women and their families as a Birth Doula. 💞🤲🏽 I’ve been sober for 14 years (got clean & not-so-serene at 23 😵💫) and strive to be an advocate for Mental Health and Addiction Recovery, Disability Awareness, Attachment Parenting, Non-Violence and Equality. 💪🏽 I live in Austin, TX, drive a 1972 Ford Ranger long bed pick up truck named Buttercup ⚡️, have a giant white Goldendoodle named Moon Cereal 🤍 , and a competitive streak that only comes out while beating you in Backgammon. Not a joke. ♥️ Now, please, tell me a little about you! Fun facts welcomed. 📷 by one of my most treasured friends, @toddvwolfsonphoto
The look of a happy girl, watching @therollingstones under a Full Moon with my sweet boy. Parenting at it’s finest. ⚡️👅⚡️
The look of a happy girl, watching @therollingstones under a Full Moon with my sweet boy. Parenting at it’s finest. ⚡️👅⚡️
The look of a happy girl, watching @therollingstones under a Full Moon with my sweet boy. Parenting at it’s finest. ⚡️👅⚡️
The look of a happy girl, watching @therollingstones under a Full Moon with my sweet boy. Parenting at it’s finest. ⚡️👅⚡️
¡Mil gracias a todos de @comicconventionlatinamerica por esta invitacion tan Bonita! Y gracias @dctitans fans por su amor y apoyo. Muchas gracias. 🙏🏽🇵🇪🙏🏽
Halloween is almost here! 🎃👻 WHERE MY BATGIRLS AT?! 🦸🏻♀️ Come find me over on @cameo to wish your favorite people a Happy Halloween, Birthday, Anniversary, last day of a job they’ve been hating…you get it. Wanna congratulate someone in a creative and unexpected way?? Hit me up & I’ll show up…most likely videoing you from a very windy pumpkin patch 👆🏼, a little league field, the library, or any other assorted place you regularly find Moms multitasking. 🤗 Can’t wait to connect with you! Link in bio. 💜
When I lost my leg 5 years ago, it felt like “times-up” on some things I’d only dreamed of doing & all kinds of things I’d never thought of, but no longer had the option to pursue or not. I accepted that there would now be activities & places on this planet that I wouldn’t get to experience or get to show Charlie. Machu Picchu was certainly one of the things on that list. When this opportunity presented itself, I had no idea how I would do it but I was damn sure gonna try. Yesterday, I tried and the greatest take aways were that I am stronger than I think & that it wouldn’t have been possible without support. Not that I counted, but apparently there are about 3,000 stone stairs throughout the ruins & I’m pretty sure we traversed most of them. Considering the constant light rain on those mossy granite steps, they were pretty slick. My eyes were down when we were moving, searching for stable footing for each robot foot step. The rain ponchos we bought on the street for 4 sols whipped around in the wind & made it hard to see our feet. About 15 min into the uphill climb to the ruins, I had a moment of reckoning. I knew this was going to be a lot, but with everything else we were contending with, I realized it was going to be much harder than I thought & maybe even not possible. Had I finally done it? Naively pushed myself to the limit and inconvenienced everyone around me as a result? Was this stupid & selfish? Dust was in cowboy boots, of course, which he said were built for this. It should also be noted that he was in jeans, a pearl snap, a blazer & his trusty fedora. This will be my brothers attire anywhere & pretty much always has been, but this was notable commitment. As was the impressive mustache he’s been maintaining for a role in a buddy’s film. Charlie had some altitude sickness, had not slept well the night before & the bag of breakfast items packed for us were suspect & remained untouched. His empty belly hurt & his backpack was heavy, which he finally spoke up about through tears halfway through the tour. Our guide carried his pack the rest of the way & some hits of oxygen a peppermint cough drop seemed to take the edge off. (Cont in next post) ⛰
When I lost my leg 5 years ago, it felt like “times-up” on some things I’d only dreamed of doing & all kinds of things I’d never thought of, but no longer had the option to pursue or not. I accepted that there would now be activities & places on this planet that I wouldn’t get to experience or get to show Charlie. Machu Picchu was certainly one of the things on that list. When this opportunity presented itself, I had no idea how I would do it but I was damn sure gonna try. Yesterday, I tried and the greatest take aways were that I am stronger than I think & that it wouldn’t have been possible without support. Not that I counted, but apparently there are about 3,000 stone stairs throughout the ruins & I’m pretty sure we traversed most of them. Considering the constant light rain on those mossy granite steps, they were pretty slick. My eyes were down when we were moving, searching for stable footing for each robot foot step. The rain ponchos we bought on the street for 4 sols whipped around in the wind & made it hard to see our feet. About 15 min into the uphill climb to the ruins, I had a moment of reckoning. I knew this was going to be a lot, but with everything else we were contending with, I realized it was going to be much harder than I thought & maybe even not possible. Had I finally done it? Naively pushed myself to the limit and inconvenienced everyone around me as a result? Was this stupid & selfish? Dust was in cowboy boots, of course, which he said were built for this. It should also be noted that he was in jeans, a pearl snap, a blazer & his trusty fedora. This will be my brothers attire anywhere & pretty much always has been, but this was notable commitment. As was the impressive mustache he’s been maintaining for a role in a buddy’s film. Charlie had some altitude sickness, had not slept well the night before & the bag of breakfast items packed for us were suspect & remained untouched. His empty belly hurt & his backpack was heavy, which he finally spoke up about through tears halfway through the tour. Our guide carried his pack the rest of the way & some hits of oxygen a peppermint cough drop seemed to take the edge off. (Cont in next post) ⛰
When I lost my leg 5 years ago, it felt like “times-up” on some things I’d only dreamed of doing & all kinds of things I’d never thought of, but no longer had the option to pursue or not. I accepted that there would now be activities & places on this planet that I wouldn’t get to experience or get to show Charlie. Machu Picchu was certainly one of the things on that list. When this opportunity presented itself, I had no idea how I would do it but I was damn sure gonna try. Yesterday, I tried and the greatest take aways were that I am stronger than I think & that it wouldn’t have been possible without support. Not that I counted, but apparently there are about 3,000 stone stairs throughout the ruins & I’m pretty sure we traversed most of them. Considering the constant light rain on those mossy granite steps, they were pretty slick. My eyes were down when we were moving, searching for stable footing for each robot foot step. The rain ponchos we bought on the street for 4 sols whipped around in the wind & made it hard to see our feet. About 15 min into the uphill climb to the ruins, I had a moment of reckoning. I knew this was going to be a lot, but with everything else we were contending with, I realized it was going to be much harder than I thought & maybe even not possible. Had I finally done it? Naively pushed myself to the limit and inconvenienced everyone around me as a result? Was this stupid & selfish? Dust was in cowboy boots, of course, which he said were built for this. It should also be noted that he was in jeans, a pearl snap, a blazer & his trusty fedora. This will be my brothers attire anywhere & pretty much always has been, but this was notable commitment. As was the impressive mustache he’s been maintaining for a role in a buddy’s film. Charlie had some altitude sickness, had not slept well the night before & the bag of breakfast items packed for us were suspect & remained untouched. His empty belly hurt & his backpack was heavy, which he finally spoke up about through tears halfway through the tour. Our guide carried his pack the rest of the way & some hits of oxygen a peppermint cough drop seemed to take the edge off. (Cont in next post) ⛰
When I lost my leg 5 years ago, it felt like “times-up” on some things I’d only dreamed of doing & all kinds of things I’d never thought of, but no longer had the option to pursue or not. I accepted that there would now be activities & places on this planet that I wouldn’t get to experience or get to show Charlie. Machu Picchu was certainly one of the things on that list. When this opportunity presented itself, I had no idea how I would do it but I was damn sure gonna try. Yesterday, I tried and the greatest take aways were that I am stronger than I think & that it wouldn’t have been possible without support. Not that I counted, but apparently there are about 3,000 stone stairs throughout the ruins & I’m pretty sure we traversed most of them. Considering the constant light rain on those mossy granite steps, they were pretty slick. My eyes were down when we were moving, searching for stable footing for each robot foot step. The rain ponchos we bought on the street for 4 sols whipped around in the wind & made it hard to see our feet. About 15 min into the uphill climb to the ruins, I had a moment of reckoning. I knew this was going to be a lot, but with everything else we were contending with, I realized it was going to be much harder than I thought & maybe even not possible. Had I finally done it? Naively pushed myself to the limit and inconvenienced everyone around me as a result? Was this stupid & selfish? Dust was in cowboy boots, of course, which he said were built for this. It should also be noted that he was in jeans, a pearl snap, a blazer & his trusty fedora. This will be my brothers attire anywhere & pretty much always has been, but this was notable commitment. As was the impressive mustache he’s been maintaining for a role in a buddy’s film. Charlie had some altitude sickness, had not slept well the night before & the bag of breakfast items packed for us were suspect & remained untouched. His empty belly hurt & his backpack was heavy, which he finally spoke up about through tears halfway through the tour. Our guide carried his pack the rest of the way & some hits of oxygen a peppermint cough drop seemed to take the edge off. (Cont in next post) ⛰
Ready for the @DCTitans Season 3 Finale Twitter Watch Party! If you want to join in, use the hashtag #TitansWatch to get in on the action. We’ll be live tweeting starting at exactly 6 PM PT. See you then! 🦇💥 💜
Come see us in Perúúúú! 🇵🇪 Nov 27 & 28, 2021. 💥
It is an understatement to say that this organization is close to my heart. It’s such an honor to work closely with @simsfoundation after being on the receiving end of their generous work at pivotal times in my life. For those who aren’t aware, SIMS is the ONLY non-profit in the nation that provides mental health and substance use services to those in the music industry and their family members. The SIMS Foundation is extremely dependent on donations each year. Please tune in to the LIVE broadcast TONIGHT 6p CT to catch some performances and interviews by some amazing artists recorded at Austin’s famous @arlynstudios from the comfort of your own home and DONATE towards this worthy cause. ✨ LINK IN BIO ✨ TO DONATE, TEXT “SIMS” TO 44321
