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As soon as I reached for the sock, I knew it would fall to the floor. And it did. I retrieved it by slowly bending sideways in my chair, stretching my arm in its direction, and with a mighty oomph, finally seized the soft fabric. That was just one speed…

After my husband, Todd, got ALS and I became his caregiver, I turned to reading and writing as a way to cope. Reading helps me make sense of life, or sometimes just step outside of my life for a while. Writing helps me sort through what I’m thinking and…

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…