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While I love Christmas, I’m a Thanksgiving girl, too. Decorating for Christmas is one of my favorite things ever. I usually go shopping for vintage Christmas decorations and get at least one tree up before Thanksgiving. But I won’t get serious until we put the last leftovers from our turkey…

I have three sons with Duchenne muscular dystrophy (DMD). We had little need for durable medical equipment when they were young, but their needs have changed as they’ve aged and their disease has progressed. We have hospital beds, power wheelchairs, a stair lift, and a ceiling lift system.

I celebrated my 27th birthday on Oct. 25 and feel tremendously blessed to have made it this far, especially with Duchenne muscular dystrophy. Duke (my pet name for Duchenne) has taken me through many arduous trials and difficult times, including feeling marginalized within my own disability community. Still,…

“We rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.” I nervously recited this Bible…

Bleep. Bleep. Fire. Fire. Bleep. Bleep. It was 3 a.m., and my eyes flashed open as I bolted out of bed. The fire alarm was going off. Before I had left the bedroom, my 8-year-old daughter, Mary, was flying up the stairs from her basement bedroom, frantic and in tears.

As a caregiver to my three sons living with Duchenne muscular dystrophy (DMD), I’ve had a few bad days lately. I’ve generally felt worn out and a little sad, and the parties around here have been pity parties. I try to be positive and remain in a place of…

The Duchenne muscular dystrophy community is reaping the benefits of innovations in rare disease diagnosis, research, and care. That’s part of what I learned last week while training to cover rare diseases with the National Press Foundation (NPF). I was selected for the NPF’s Rare Disease…

Warning: This column contains spoilers for the Netflix musical film “tick, tick…BOOM!” In my last column, I wrote about my relationship with the concept of crip time, which addresses how time works differently in the lives of disabled people. Crip time has enabled me to accept who I am…

My family enjoys attending sports events and theater productions. There aren’t many things we like more than a nice meal out followed by a game or a play. However, seating for families with wheelchair users is rarely ideal. I can only speak about my family’s experiences.

I never thought that being diagnosed with a rare muscle condition called Duchenne muscular dystrophy would one day lead me to Budapest, Hungary, but life always surprises me. A few weeks ago, I jumped on a flight to the historic European city to speak at a Duchenne conference.