My brother and I used to fight like cats and dogs. Now, we share the same oddball sense of humor and occasionally fight like cats and dogs. What did Tolstoy say at the beginning of Anna Karenina? Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. Only he knows our particular dysfunction.… Continue reading Wordless Wednesday: Crunk it up!
Category: Multiple sclerosis
MS =
National Multiple Sclerosis Awareness week is coming up. Fittingly enough, it will be right about the time of my 6-month diagnosis anniversary. As part of its get-out-the-word campaign, the National MS Society has come up with MS = _____ And we fill in the blank. Because MS is insidious, life-altering, unpredictable, infuriating, thieving, and did… Continue reading MS =
We’re walking, yes indeed
It's official. Team Word Herders is now registered for the MS Walk in Little Rock on April 9. Three cheers for that! (And a big thanks to Kristin for the suggestion. She's so rad.) While I'm not entirely comfortable with asking people other than my dad for money, I'm going to try anyways. Because when… Continue reading We’re walking, yes indeed
All fall down
It's been my experience with MS that when one system starts to fail in my body, they pretty much all do, like little leukocyte dominos lined up just waiting to be knocked over. Neck bone connected to the leg bone via three other bones and all that. Which is why I feel like a broken bobblehead… Continue reading All fall down
Getting the shaft
My mother is fond of passing along the myriad catalogs she gets in the mail. She's the Imelda Marcos of mail-order products. (I'm not saying I've called Hoarders on her, but that's only because she keeps things pretty tidy when she knows I'm coming over.) Most of the time, I thumb through the catalogs half-interested… Continue reading Getting the shaft
Mixing memory and desire
Music has always been a vital part of my life, probably since the womb. I have my parents to thank for that. They encouraged me to pursue the arts, dance and (musical) theater in particular. I almost had a close call with playing the flute in band, but terrified sixth grade me backed out at… Continue reading Mixing memory and desire
Project management
While Nick is getting a jump on some spring cleaning (new vacuum - thanks, parents!), I'm busy plotting our next big project(s). The list is getting intimidating, but also very inspiring: 1/ Painting - finish up kitchen and then move on to office. Since I spend quite a good amount of time in our office,… Continue reading Project management
More than MS
I am not my disease. Which is an odd thing to say for a girl who writes nearly exclusively about MS.. I wish I could say there are days I don't think about it at all. Carefree, that's me! There are times, however rare, that the disease hides in the dark crevices of my mind,… Continue reading More than MS
The days are just packed
What a whirlwind of a week. And not in a bounding giddily through the snow, catalog life sort of way. More like in a flirt with death driving to work in the snice, then come home and feel deflated/defeated kind of way. I think snow days and shorter days make me sullen. A far cry… Continue reading The days are just packed
Snow going
I'm in one of those professions in which you always come to work, rain, sleet, snow, tornado, flood, tsunami, hurricane, earthquake, end of times. In fact, we tend to run toward the disaster instead of away from it. Of course, our intrepid reporters do more of that. I just have to make it into the… Continue reading Snow going
One, Wild & Precious 