Columns

Spreading SMA Awareness in August and Beyond

Like most families broadsided with an unexpected, rare diagnosis, my husband and I had never heard of the one attached to Jeffrey, our third baby. Spinal muscular atrophy (SMA) was completely foreign to us, so it came as another shock to learn that SMA was the leading…

Dating, or the Lack Thereof

We see a lot of articles addressing SMA and dating, or dating when an individual is in a wheelchair.  I’ve had little to no experience in dating. I had a boyfriend when I was in middle school, but that was more of a “Well, everyone…

Dreading the Bed: Sleep Brings Vulnerability

“So, do you sleep in your wheelchair?” Believe it or not, I have been asked this question more than a few times. Granted, I don’t recall hearing it after I finished middle school; but even then, the fact that any kid thought this was the case…

What Fuels Me Amid the Stress of Planning a Fundraiser

As I write this column, only 11 days are left before my nonprofit organization hosts its 10th annual gala for spinal muscular atrophy. Eleven. And while 11 has always been my lucky number, as I glance at my to-do list I’m reminded there really isn’t anything lucky about it…

Ella Spends Time with Extended Family

Ella had a fun-filled week. Her cousin and aunt came in from Virginia to spend some summer time with the Castens. Her other two cousins, who live in Chicago, also spent time with the family. Family outings can sometimes be a challenge. We have to make…

We’re Building a Deck so I Can Be Closer to Nature

We’ve finally had some decent weather. It has been rainy lately, which I thoroughly enjoy because I’m allergic (literally, not figuratively) to the burning orb in the sky that is the sun — both my skin and eyes react. But construction doesn’t happen when it’s raining, which…

The Wolf Finally Frees Up Its Schedule

I was the kid with 50 different diaries. Usually pink with sparkles. Bonus points if they came with their own bejeweled pen, because what 9-year-old girl doesn’t like rhinestones? The issue is that I never used them. People would buy me diaries…