“Thank God I didn’t have to cough this weekend,” my husband, Todd, said after his parents left. They had been…
Articles by Kristin Neva
“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,…
I thought my husband, Todd, should quit driving long before he was ready to hang up the keys. When ALS…
Ten years ago today, my husband, Todd, was diagnosed with ALS. I’m grateful that our kids have had their dad…
I cried buckets in the months after my husband, Todd, was diagnosed with ALS. When I met with a counselor,…
On Memorial Day, my mom, the kids, and I visited Lakeside Cemetery in Hancock, Michigan. My mom and…