You aren’t supposed to look like a pretzel when you are born. But I did… Because of my physical disability, independence is not an option. But I’ve accepted this fact for years. I don’t let limitations stop me from chasing any dream. Several...
I used to attend a camp for children with neuromuscular disease. I liked it some years. But I grew to not enjoy the camp sooner than most. There was no one reason I stopped going. It was a combination of the school calendar conflicting and my heart no longer...
This isn’t a story about what we did or where we went. This is a real-life story about friends — when they cared, how they helped in tangible ways, and what that meant. I went to a baseball game earlier in the month. If you don’t know me, you might...
Caregiving isn’t just about me asking someone to help me with a specific task and then we do it. That is part of it and that is how caregiving begins. But caregiving done well goes further. At the end of June, I wrote about the controversial book, Me Before You....
Today I’m thankful to have Jordan Fortenboher on the blog once again. She continues her story of entering motherhood and the limits she is learning to feel and face. (If you missed Part One, please go read it.) ******* When Laura asked me to write a part two for...