Caring Together - a Column by Connie Chandler

Last week I had the honor of speaking at and participating in the 39th annual SOFT Conference. SOFT, which stands for Support Organization for Trisomy 18, 13, and Related Disorders, is a nonprofit that offers support and connection for families around the country who have a loved one with…

Every year while I was in high school, I went to a weeklong summer camp with my church youth group. It was my favorite week of the year because I felt like I belonged there more than anywhere else. We played games, sang songs, stayed up talking all night, and…

I love to travel! A trip to England this summer was my first journey overseas from my Indiana home, but I’ve been to a lot of beautiful and amazing places in the U.S. and Canada over the years: mountains and canyons, beaches and forests, oceans and lakes, national parks and…

As I unpacked my suitcase after a trip to England, I found a little paper bag that held smooth pebbles, bird feathers, a snail shell, and a piece of sea glass — things that may seem common but for me hold special significance and precious memories. They were all scavenged…

I write a lot about my able-bodied friends and the ways they care for me. But sometimes the person who can offer the best support and help is disabled as much, if not more, than me. I have many stories snuggly tucked up my sleeves, but I’d like to share…

“Connie, can we make some doughnuts?” Two-year-old Eden, with her blond pigtails and soulful blue eyes, asks me this question on a weekly basis. “Of course, sweet girl,” I reply and let her lead me to the carpet in the open space in my living room. “And how many doughnuts…

Confession: I do not enjoy taking showers. Please don’t misunderstand me; I absolutely love the feel of hot water on my skin, the sweet fragrance of scented soaps, the soothing comfort of a shampooed head massage, and the lifestyle of good hygiene! But as an adult with SMA, the…

“Umm, bunk beds?” My mom and I stopped in our tracks, backpacks and pillows in tow, peering into the room where we were supposed to sleep during a fun and relaxing weekend away. Needless to say, it was not the accessible room we’d hoped for. A few months prior to…

With a fresh cup of coffee balanced on my knee, I quickly scanned my church’s cafe area for a place to land where I could have a supportive tabletop. The only vacant spot at a table was next to a 7-year-old boy who sat alone with a cup of hot…