Since I started writing a blog a little over two years ago, this is the longest amount of time I’ve gone without publishing. It’s not that I didn’t have ideas I wanted to write down; I did, but they felt mundane and unlikely to attract many readers. Then I got a cold and blew… Continue reading Understanding Choice, Risk, and Courage: Especially in Honor of Martin Luther King, Jr. Day
I’ve never dragged a human body into the woods, but I can imagine the work involved. After all, each year I dissemble the Christmas tree, and we say a little prayer of thanks over his branches before returning him to the woods where he came from. This year, however, I had to drag him… Continue reading Christmas Carcass
Dear Mrs. Claus, When I was a little girl, I would stay awake in my Holly Hobby bed for as long as I could on Christmas Eve imagining, picturing, willing my ears to hear Santa’s sleigh bells on the roof of my little house. Back then, it was Santa I needed to believe in–… Continue reading It’s You, Mrs. Claus, We Need to Believe In Too
This year’s birthday card is a very accurate depiction of our family; we always wear Santa hats; Greta and I always match, as do Carver and Geoff; Geoff certainly has tan skin year around given his outdoor work opportunities, and this is our daughter’s self proclaimed “best wheelchair daddy drawing ever.” She had done an… Continue reading Christopher and Dana Reeve Foundation blog: Redefining Miracles One Connection at a Time, Dec. 13, 2017
Dear Sophomores, I may or may not have called some of you annoying yesterday in class, and I’m sorry. I should not have done that even if you were being annoying; I am 43, and you are chronologically 15 or 16, but really ranging anywhere between 5 and 25. I let you get the better… Continue reading A Public Apology to Sophomores
Certainly, some people need to be needed more than others, and, well, let’s face it, there are those who are just always needy. I’ve started asking for help, and it feels great! Whether it’s our friend Roy showing up on Friday with a truck, two friends, and a small crane to lift my broken five… Continue reading Why We Need to Be Needed
My husband thought he would be hilarious in convincing our 6 year old daughter that if I went to see the movie Bad Moms 2, I would instantaneously become a bad mom. “Mom, you must not see that movie. Nooooooooo,” she pleaded, sobbing, hiccuping, the works. Mind you, this was at noon, and my movie… Continue reading “#BadMoms, BadMoms, Whatcha Gonna Do? Whatcha Gonna Do When They Come for You?”
We began to realize how much our kids listen to our conversations when our son mentioned to Geoff he was worried about getting a pressure sore on his bum from new pants with buttons on the pockets. I tried to explain that Dad is afraid of pressure sores because he doesn’t have much of a… Continue reading Christopher and Dana Reeve Blog, November 10, 2017: “Atrophy vs. Ass-trophy”
Fall fires are the best– warm enough so we can remain outdoors under a clear night sky in early November when our mountain tops begin to collect snow. I needed this bonfire tonight, to be surrounded by a lot of really good people, to watch big kids looking after little kids with the random adult… Continue reading Fall Fires, Full Moons, and Other F Words
You watched me walk in with three young children; we had a soccer game later that evening which meant the best I could do after work was to drive to the town where our game would be played to first have dinner. A third one was thrown in the mix as his mom, a hard-working… Continue reading Christopher and Dana Reeve blog, October 31, 2017: Dear Well Meaning Couple at the Restaurant…
Heather Ehrman Krill: The "Write" Kind of Coach 