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Some seasons of growth don’t ease their way in; they break you open just enough to let the light shine through again. I’m in one of those seasons now, a chapter filled with reflection, honesty, and tenderness I’ve avoided for years. My disability doesn’t define me, but living with…

I don’t remember when or why my general interest in working with children gravitated toward those with special needs. Before returning to school for teacher certification in special education, I spent a year substituting in self-contained schools and classes throughout the massive Fort Worth, Texas, school system. My father was…

Last in a series. Read part one.  Last week, I wrote about my wheelchair and how, even though I get frustrated or embarrassed by it sometimes, I’m thankful that it gives me comfort, support, mobility, independence, and opportunities to raise awareness. Another thing I often complain about is…

In her anthology “Disability Visibility: First-Person Stories from the Twenty-first Century,” the late activist and writer Alice Wong offers profound insight into the power of storytelling. She says in one of her essays, “Storytelling can be more than a blog post, essay, or book. It can be an…

“Sherry has big dreams!” my neurologist once told my mom while explaining the difficult decisions my medical team had to make, adding that the team was doing its best. At the time, I had wanted to become a video game writer, hoping to follow in the footsteps of the creators…

For many years, there was a quote hanging in our local zoo, but I no longer remember if it was by Edmund Burke, who (rightly or wrongly) is credited as saying, “Nobody made a greater mistake than he who did nothing because he could do only a little,”…

Our journey was rough from the start. During a well child visit, I shared concerns that something was going on with my son, Luke (call it mom instincts). We were referred to a neurologist and then a brain and spine specialist where Luke had three blood tests done, one…

It’s incredible how seemingly small changes can lead to something that turns out to be much bigger. Let’s explore this idea through my experience with SMA. In February, I moved into a new house, where we converted the garage into my bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and medical supply room.

First in a series.  In this season of Thanksgiving, it is easy for me to declare my gratitude for my family and friends, the generous and caring community that surrounds me and enriches my life. I write about these people and relationships often. They are the primary theme of my…

You know that poem by Anne Boyer I love about holes? You fall into one, only to dig yourself out over weeks or months or years, only to fall into yet another hole, this one both different and familiar. Life, then, becomes a series of holes, some small…