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When I was a little girl, my parents would take my brother and me to Cape Cod, Massachusetts, for family vacations. Those memories have always been so dear to me. We’d pack the car full to the brim with bathing suits, beach toys, and, of course, all my…

When my back is to the wall and a crisis is coming to a head, that’s when my life really gets interesting. There are no more long waits to see if something will happen; instead, something has to happen. The way I see it, human intervention usually occurs, but that…

Somehow we’re fast approaching June’s final days! As summer continues, plenty of memories dance in my head. Particularly eventful, to put it mildly, was 1997. Our summer that year commenced in mid-May, when our third baby, Jeffrey, arrived two weeks ahead of schedule. As my volunteering stints in the elementary…

Last year, I had the incredible privilege of interviewing Corinne Busche, the current game director for Dragon Age’s fourth entry, “Dragon Age: Dreadwolf.” Busche is someone in the video games industry I’ve come to greatly admire for her kindness toward fans of the franchise and her enthusiasm about “Dreadwolf.”…

I often daydream about the kind of person I’d be if I didn’t have SMA. It’s not so much fantasizing about the physical abilities I’d have, but rather the characteristics that would define me. Would I still be empathetic toward others? Would I still choose resiliency in the face…

It didn’t take long for my mom — who, in her own words, is not “retired” but “reliving” — to take advantage of her surplus of free time. Days after settling into the next stage of her life, she started me on a new exercise regimen: regular 15-minute walks,…

It can be fun to let our imaginations run wild with the idea of choosing a superpower. The possibilities are endless, practically begging to be explored by creative minds. Superpowers might be things of fiction, but I can’t help wondering how my real life might influence my answer. Could there…

“You just have to get through one more procedure,” I told myself as I pierced my tongue with my teeth while a needle stung my back. Slow and steady, I tried to take deep breaths to calm my nerves and relieve the pain. But the monitor above me said my…

Given the hair-raising books and movies I favored growing up, you’d think I’d have uttered a scream at some point. Genuine screams, however, were reserved for roller coasters until my husband, Randy, became a football coach. Then I morphed into a maniac. Granted, I considered my high-decibel screams warranted because…