I don’t talk to my ex anymore. For the sake of this column, I will have to let her know about it as a courtesy. But as far as a daily choice goes, it’s not one I make anymore. Readers who’ve kept up with my column in the last few…
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My caregiver held the toothpaste tube in both hands, meticulously squishing it flat from the bottom all the way up to the nozzle. I laughed: “It’s OK, I have a whole new tube ready to go in the closet.” She shook her head and gritted her teeth as she forced…
Ice cream wasn’t always one of my favorite treats. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it, but it wasn’t one of my go-tos when I wanted something cold or sweet. I think SMA is part of what changed that. When I was 13, I barely survived a series of…
It’s been almost four months since my husband, Randy, and I made a hasty run to Charleston, South Carolina. Our mission was to adopt a dog our daughter, Katie, had found at a nearby rescue. This frequent mama dog named Ellie piqued the spark missing since the loss of…
When people think about exercise, they often picture movement that is visible, measurable, and easy to quantify, such as miles walked or weight lifted. But for people with SMA, staying fit can look very different. We can do quite a lot, actually! From swimming to horseback riding,…
With SMA, I work hard to take advantage of every opportunity that comes my way. But what if I’m missing something? What if there are opportunities that are within my grasp, but I’m not aware of them? That’s why I’ve been doing some inner exploration. It can teach both…
I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t sell my soul for money. In a way, that’s what my job as a professional disability advocate and writer is: Mining my life as a resource for content to monetize, whether directly or indirectly. Is the net result adding good to…
School is out in my area, and summer has officially started! Living with SMA means that my independence is made possible through a network of practical, daily support from friends in my community, and caregiving is woven into nearly every part of my life. My volunteer caregiving schedule…
I sometimes experience an unexpected blast into the past. For example, if the weather has just the right balance of sunshine and crispness, I’m back in elementary school, around Thanksgiving, playing chase with my brother and our visiting cousins around the schoolyard across the street or the alley next door,…
I’m at a point in my life where I’m highly convinced I’m going to die single and a virgin. That may sound dramatic to some people, but for many disabled adults, it’s a thought that quietly lingers in the background more often than anyone realizes. We live…
