Caring Together - a Column by Connie Chandler

My younger brother, Kevan, and I were both diagnosed at a young age with SMA, so we grew up with power wheelchairs and powerful imaginations. We lived most of our childhood in our own pretend play world, where we could be spies, horse farmers, and baseball players; we…

“Are you kidding me?!” Mandy’s wide eyes and dropped jaw expressed her genuine shock. Chelsea and I were discussing our recent frustrations with inefficiency and a lack of dignity in disability services, such as hospital care, wheelchair repair, and insurance policies. Chelsea chuckled, and I shrugged my shoulders. Nope, we’re…

“How did your parents do it?” People have asked me this many times over the years. It usually comes up when they learn of some aspect of my independence, an accomplishment, or something else that impresses them about the way I live my life in a wheelchair with spinal…

It’s that time of year when people are thinking about resolutions, things they can do to improve themselves in 2026. Whether it’s losing weight, gaining muscle, learning a new skill, or going on an adventure, many of us like to set goals, make plans, and hope that, by…

When I was 11 years old, I had pneumonia and spent the week before Christmas in the intensive care unit. Because I have SMA, my pulmonary functions are weaker, and when I get sick — even with a common cold — it can quickly become something much worse. I’ve…

Seeking inspiration for this week’s column, I asked: “Hey, Mom. What is a favorite memory you have of our family traditions during the holidays?” “That’s easy,” came the surprisingly immediate response. “Sugar cookies.” The two words brought a smile and a flood of nostalgia to me. Every December, for as…