“Got my own mind I wanna make my own decisions When it has to do with my life, my life I wanna be the one in control” -Janet Jackson I tripped and fell while holding my daughter this morning. It was as scary as it sounds. Every bit as shocking as I have dreamt for […]Read More Control
This past weekend, I had the joy of working with a group of teenagers from around the country. They were here to participate in a leadership weekend and become the first ever Youth Board for the Charcot-Marie-Tooth Association. CMT is the disability that the youth and I all share. 9 totally different kids. And yet […]Read More The Child Inside
My usual birthday tradition is to reflect upon and then write about what the last year of my life has taught me. I spend the actual birthday solo and introspective, to pay attention to the lessons that sometimes fly past our busy lives. And yet, this year, I did not get the chance to carry […]Read More Walking the Walk
I have always had specific dreams. Maybe it’s the Piscean in me but sometimes I love to dream in detail. One of my longest running dreams was to be married and expecting a baby and my pregnant wife gets a random craving and I delightfully go and make it happen. Just always seemed like it […]Read More McLovin’
I have lived for 46 years thus far. I have enjoyed many parties or, as my Grandfather used to call them, “Gatherings”. I have been a guest at many shindigs and hosted many as well. And last night, during a holiday party at our house, I absorbed an observation I have been making for many […]Read More Someone’s in the Kitchen with Dinah
One time in 2008, I was out for a fall walk in my Denver neighborhood. Had my headphones in, my sweater on, and was digging on the changing leaves. When, out of the blue, I had an olfactory rush of pine! It was intoxicating. I instantly followed the scent. Got stronger by the block, and […]Read More The Hanukkah Bush
It was a Saturday in December of 2012. I went to the Mountain Dog rescue near the camp where I worked and lived. I was nervous when I walked in. This was to be my first dog ever. And how would I know if I was choosing the right one? I was looking for a […]Read More Who da Poochie?