Columns

Siblings. Ella has two of them, both older: Ava (11) and Henry (9). They face all of the typical adventures that kids their age face such as school, friends, and screens. But one thing they have to work with that eludes their peers is having a…

“Normal” isn’t exactly a word that describes anyone with SMA. We do things differently than most people, have different challenges, and live unabashedly abnormal lives. (Just look at my diarrhea and disability column from last week.) Nevertheless, there is no reason why those of us…

I was nervous about “Hamilton.” For one thing, I’d listened to the original cast recording so many times I was worried I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the touring version. For another, I wouldn’t have my parents around if something went wrong.

Crying at a random gas station in rural New Hampshire was on my long list of things I thought I’d never do. Yet, there I was, two hours away from home, coming undone and growing angrier than ever at a disease that was beyond my control. I’ve been…

In my last column, “Meticulous or Ridiculous?”, I mentioned that I was traveling to Eugene for the Oregon football home opener. It’s a trip I’m used to because I’ve made it seven years in a row. What I didn’t mention was that I was also going to…

A loud horn. Headlights and backlights. Hazard lights. Turn signals. Tilt features. Ella’s new wheelchair has arrived! We’ve been waiting for her new chair for one to two months now — and it’s finally here. It goes faster than her old chair…

Yep, I’m going there. If you’re easily turned off by poop jokes, just skip this column. SMA is tough, but diarrhea causes me pain and discomfort unlike anything else. When my body experiences this ungodly phenomenon, I want nothing more than to be…

Classes started yesterday. My third semester of graduate school, which is a little weird to think about. It feels like I just started; like I just graduated with my bachelor’s in psychology. People kept asking me if I was ready to go back, and while part…

Between back-to-school commercials, first-day-of-school posts, and college-move-in-day pictures, this time of year always has me reminiscing about my days as a student. Although I am no longer shopping for notebooks and binders and figuring out if any of my friends are in my classes, the memories of these…

I’m not exaggerating when I say that SMA requires you to plan ahead for everything. If I don’t carefully coordinate each day with my caregivers, I can’t even go to the bathroom. Fortunately, I usually can plan for a daily occurrence like that, but other things are more complicated…