Tonight, after reading and listening to a podcast for a few hours, I felt stir-crazy from sitting for so long. I needed to get up. Specifically, I felt like trying out the Movements I saw on the Netflix series “The OA”. I was just about to do that when I remembered I could not get … Continue reading Sleepwalking
Ever since Donald Trump won the election, I am a stranger in a strange land. For our next leader, my country chose a man who personifies rape culture. My PTSD from when I was sexually assaulted is already severe because of him. Listening to him for the next four years and knowing he has power … Continue reading Writing Through It
I had to work for my miracle, sweat for it, white-knuckle it, but I didn't mind; I never expected a miracle to be easy. No one promised me a rose garden. I woke up from a nap today needing to use the bathroom, so I hit the button that pages my sister and planned how … Continue reading White-Knuckle Miracle
I hate crying - it's an uncontrollable language of pain, and I lack enough control as it is - but I was crying tonight. I've heard that no single emotion is inherently good or bad. We should acknowledge them all, pick each up like a leaf from a stream, think, "It's just sadness," then put … Continue reading Leaves in My River, Stars in My Sky
Hello all! I'm already impressed, touched, and overwhelmed by your stories of how your hour of silence went today. I would LOVE to share your stories of silence; it would be amazingly powerful to have them all in one place. Please consider sharing your experience below. If you are not able to spend an hour … Continue reading Don’t Talk-A-Thon: Part 2
Seeing my mom reminds me I am changing, though slowly relative to most other people with ALS. When she visits, there is always a lot for her to learn: the new way to help me dress, which silverware I can handle, what medicine I take at night. The list goes on. My sister and husband … Continue reading A Seat at the Table
How I Live Now: Life With ALS 