Forgive my sensitivity, but… Ever have one of those mornings?
You know the kind where if something can go wrong, it will. Or a morning where you are running late for your something or other, and you’re not sure why. Or if you try to use your hands to hold something, and it continues to slip out of your stupid MS-numbed... Read more
The night before this year’s Walk MS event in Frankenmuth, Mich., we’re planning to stay out late.
Not at a dance club. Not at a concert. Not a bar.
We have a date to join our respective siblings to see the movie that so many others, regardless of their age or gender, already have seen.
We’re going... Read more
Memories of an old Nike advertisement when Charles Barkley proclaimed that he was not a role model got me thinking of something I am not.
I am not a caregiver.
I mean, I can't be. After all, I am the one in the wheelchair. The one who no longer stands without help. The one who says repeatedly throughout a typical day, "Would you help... Read more
Jennifer and I have been together for nearly a decade, but she has yet to set foot into my parents’ home.
We’ve gone back to my hometown of Monticello, Iowa, to spend Easter with my family each year, but the three steep steps leading into their home make it impossible for Jennifer to get inside with her power... Read more
We were so incredibly honored and excited when the Clarke Historical Library at Central Michigan University invited us to present as part of its annual Speaker Series.
The library celebrates Michigan authors, and it was offering us the opportunity to discuss our recently released book, “Despite MS, to Spite MS,” with the campus... Read more
