All homage due to Salt ‘n Pepa, talking about pee probably isn’t as fun or interesting to most folks as talking about sex, but hey. I never claimed to write... Read More

I continue to try to focus on gratefulness. I continue to try to force myself to focus on the long-term game. Not this week. Not this month. Hell, not even... Read More

I am squirming inside of this human flesh suit that is so broken. I am stuck inside of my head where I cannot stop obsessing about these strange symptoms and... Read More

Wow. It’s been a long time. I don’t think I’ve ever not written words for this blog or even just for myself for this long before. I wish I could... Read More

It’s been a good long time since I’ve felt like my typically quasi-functional MS self. I think that’s been obvious by my unwillingness to write about it. I mean, when... Read More

Back in 2017, before my MS went into hyper-speed mode, I shared what I thought at the time was a very open and vulnerable post about some of the body... Read More

I don’t think there is a MS-related concept that has troubled me more than the notion that since becoming a full-time wheelchair user I have become what some would consider... Read More

I cannot lie, reader, using the particular image I chose from my stock photo service for this post made me chuckle right out loud because as I’m sure you can... Read More

Nighttime is alive with sound here at the Hidden Falls Home for Wayward Women. Nighttime is the sound of a million unseen creatures coming in through my open windows. I... Read More

I stumbled across an article from The New Yorker yesterday that got me kind of excited. It was written in 2013 by Meghan O’Rourke about her experience with autoimmune disease... Read More