Writing is a kind of magic — a spell woven with intention and purpose. It’s more than just a passion; it’s my superpower. I can bridge the gap between myself and the world through words, expressing empathy, kindling hope, and leaving an indelible mark on hearts I may never meet.
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Since July, my family has been converting the garage space in our new house into my own bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and medical supply room. We’ve faced one challenge after another as we prepare to move. Currently, I have a great setup that accommodates my SMA needs. I have all…
I consider myself an optimist, at least most of the time. Life has hurled more than a few lemons our way over the years; thankfully, I like lemonade. In 1997, when my husband, Randy, lost his job mere weeks before our third baby’s due date, I felt like we’d been…
I was always a “Star Wars” acolyte, but I became interested in the world of the “Star Trek” science fiction franchise when I was in high school. Whereas “Wars” is a giant space opera that takes place in the distant past with characters from a faraway galaxy, “Trek”…
It’s 2014. I’m months-deep into a major depressive episode. Nothing is enjoyable, not even my all-time favorite video game. I feel listless in the worst of ways. Several of my friends are playing “Dragon Age: Inquisition” (DAI), the latest installment in the long-running video game franchise by developer BioWare.
“No, I’m totally fine” are often my famous last words when I’m actually not fine at all. Sometimes when an illness arises, I’ll downplay my symptoms. I’ll chalk them up to having a bad day while disregarding my intuition that tells me something is wrong. As it turns out,…
I bravely soar to meet the challenges of SMA with determination and a can-do attitude. But despite my positivity, certain things get me down sometimes. I feel discouraged whenever I think about how only the few people closest to me know who I truly am on the inside. I…
“Are we wearing a cloak of disability?” my mom asked as a vehicle pulled out in front of our wheelchair van. At least, that’s what I thought she said. It turns out that she actually said “cloak of invisibility,” which made more sense. Although our big, black van is far…
Incredibly, October is almost history. A month ago, our mountain county and others west of us here in North Carolina were left reeling from the surreal aftermath of Hurricane Helene, considered a once-in-a-thousand-year storm. Out of the proverbial ashes of incomprehensible destruction and heartbreak have risen untold examples of…
Volunteering has given me more joy and meaning than I ever imagined possible. Living with spinal muscular atrophy (SMA) means I can’t move my own body, but that hasn’t stopped me from finding ways to move others. Whether supporting disaster relief efforts or creating meaningful moments for hospice patients,…
