I’ve never known such pain as that of my broken heart, a physical presentation of indescribable grief. My ALS journey, a treatise on grief, started with the loss of cute shoes, then my career and mobility. Sometimes I threw things... Continue Reading →
Unpublished blog posts sit abandoned in my draft folder. One is bitter; Another begs victim hood. That is not what I want to put out into the universe. So here I sit, gazing at my keyboard, trying again. I’ll just give it to you straight.
I'm an awkward physical mess and sometimes an emotional mess. Sadness catches in my throat and rolls down my cheeks without warning. Let's express and validate our sadness when needed. But let's not stay there.