In his book “Out of Solitude,” Henri Nouwen writes, “When we honestly ask ourselves which persons in our…
Articles by Kristin Neva
“That’s the one project I wish I could have finished,” my husband, Todd, said while looking out a window at…
Years before my husband was diagnosed with ALS, I coordinated a tutoring program in Milwaukee. Many of the children and…
Weeks after my husband’s ALS diagnosis, we were still in shock, but we mustered ourselves for a family outing on…
“Thank God I didn’t have to cough this weekend,” my husband, Todd, said after his parents left. They had been…
“I keep pulling it out — the old map of my inner path,” Joyce Rupp writes in her poem…
When I was a child, my elderly great-aunt Martha joined my family every Christmas Eve to participate in gift opening.
After our second child was born — back when my husband, Todd, had an undiagnosed weak left arm — we…
Nine months after my husband, Todd, was diagnosed with ALS, he entered a social media contest with a $100,000 grand…
I found a walking buddy, and he’s teaching me how to live with my husband’s ALS. When my gym closed,…