For me, the Ice Bucket Challenge is not just a way to raise money for ALS research. It's not just about hope. The effect on me goes much deeper when I watch the videos. I know I have a vast support system that includes you, my dear readers. However, I can't see you read my … Continue reading The Surprising Reason I Need to See You Dump Ice Water on Your Head
3 9 Here's something to smile about! A big thank you to #TheALSAssociation for facilitating and helping fund this collaboration and countless other invaluable partnerships. In the shadow of Trump's attempt to defund the National ALS Registry, witnessing The ALS Association's commitment to streamlining research efforts to push us ever closer to a cure is … Continue reading “Extraordinary” Collaboration Brings Together Project MinE, Answer ALS and the New York Genome Center
4 Something about spending time on a covered porch always leads me reminiscing and daydreaming. As the rain clears to make room for the summer sun, I spend hours out there, watching my dogs play and letting my mind float on the afternoon breeze, I remember, and I plan. This beautiful weather makes me miss … Continue reading Summer Dreams
In the movie adaptation of my life, the climactic scene would go like this: the camera slowly sweeps up to where I am snuggling into a warm plaid blanket on a rustic porch. The sun peeks out from where it slept behind the mountain range. The soft light on my face shows I’m at peace. … Continue reading A Lesson on Joy
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
When I was sixteen, a fortune teller at a fair predicted I would meet and fall in love with a man who would physically take care of me. At the time, I didn’t understand what she could possibly mean. Would I rely on my husband for money? I was hungry for independence and therefore a … Continue reading Fortune’s Fool
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
My enunciation is getting rough. The letter "s" is my particular nemesis. I slur and lisp so badly, I have stopped using plural forms, and I avoid contractions. This afternoon, though, my sloppy "s" saved the day. By 4:00, it felt like everything that could go wrong had already happened. A scheduling error left me … Continue reading Wheels
It's scary to show people just how sick I am. I let visits go way too long to avoid cutting people off or kicking them out, then end up exhausted with worse speech than ever the entire next day. I feel so guilty cancelling plans; after I do it enough times, I am sure I've … Continue reading Love and Dirty Dishes
I have a big mouth. I wasn't always this way. Somewhere along the line, though, I learned to talk back, something I'm especially good at when sticking up for loved ones. Even though I'm in a wheelchair and my voice is fading, I just had to say something when a man catcalled my sister Laura … Continue reading Loud Mouth
How I Live Now: Life With ALS 