The doorbell rings. Once... twice... I'm finishing up some work in my office and don't move. I hear Mandy pulling open the door. "Oh! Babies--- how C-U-T-E!!!" In the background I hear the kids muffled "Trick or Treat!" Mandy talking with the moms and escorts, telling them how great their kids look, and how cute they are, and what wonderful... Read more
I'm worried.My wife, Mandy, and I are firmly middle-class. We're not going to retire ultra-wealthy, but we really don't expect to be living in cardboard boxes either. We have dreams of perhaps making one more move and buying a nice little house somewhere closer to the ocean where we can take walks along the sand and pursue our online careers, even... Read more
I got sidetracked last post with wanting to respond to Mary about her feelings of guilt with having MS and I neglected my promise to follow up on that Las Vegas trip that Mandy and I took and of which I spoke in my prior post titled ‘Scaredy Scouts.’ Back on track, here’s what happened...A day or two before our trip was to begin,... Read more
A few days ago, I received a comment to my last post from a woman who signed herself Mary. Folks, I couldn’t shake this comment from my mind and found myself at a loss as to how to respond. But I knew that I must respond -- because Mary is tortured. The sad part is that she has allowed herself to be consumed by her guilt at being stricken... Read more
Multiple Sclerosis-- especially Relapsing-Remitting MS-- will drive you crazy. I’ve been asked to fly cross country to give a seminar on a website promotion package that I’ve put together for a national trade organization. The conference where I’m going to speak is in Las Vegas, NV. So I said “Sure, I’ll do... Read more