Lemon bars and sieve with powdered sugar on wooden table

The Pandemic Helped Me Disclose My Multiple Sclerosis

A simple question started it all. Last summer, a woman at my church named Jan was coordinating a socially-distanced approach for our annual school supply giveaway, and she asked if I’d be willing to staff a tent as part of…
Bobcat Front track Skid loader surrounded by grass and fallen leaves.

“Move Your Head” – A Lesson in Conquering Doubt and Worry

“What did you say?” I asked J.P. “You heard me. Move your head! It’s in the way!” We were within five inches of each other’s face. Close enough for a kiss, but the usually dreamy blue-green eyes of my husband…
Shards of broken glass scattered on a gray floor.

Picking Up the Pieces of Broken Glass: A Lesson in Speaking Up For Myself

From the corner of my eye I saw our patio umbrella catch the wind and pirouette off the deck. No big deal. It was March 2020, and this had happened before. Later that day, however, my husband J.P. and I…
Photo of hands typing on an old black typewriter.

A Writer with Multiple Sclerosis Finds Unexpected Gratitude with an Antique Typewriter

The following post is part of our series on perspectives from disabled and chronically ill people regarding COVID-19. “Not another typewriter!” When my husband J.P. held open the box delivered by U.P.S. to reveal his latest acquisition, I lost it.…