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I’ll admit that there were times when I simply wanted to toss my ankle-foot orthoses (AFOs) into the trash bin and be done with them. In the early years after my ALS diagnosis, those braces represented one more massive change in my life that I had to learn to…

I brought “Some Bright Nowhere” by Ann Packer with me to Florida as my spring break beach read, but it wasn’t exactly light material. It’s a novel about a woman dying of cancer. Columnist Kristin Neva’s spring break beach read was “Some Bright Nowhere” by Ann Packer. (Photo by…

I originally planned to write this week about the small ways I’m maintaining my mobility and muscle strength while living with ALS. However, I waffled back and forth about whether this was a suitable topic. My hesitation wasn’t because my observations were unreliable, but because I worried readers might…

When my husband Todd’s new power wheelchair was delivered, he tried a device that allowed him to control it with his eyes. It included software running on a tablet computer and an eye-tracking system mounted to the front of the chair. He found the system frustrating because he was…

“Be like a duck: calm on the surface, but always paddling like the dickens underneath.” That was an ongoing joke shared among my fellow hospital department managers during my working years. It’s a quote often attributed to actor Michael Caine, and it perfectly represented our mindset: putting on…