Category Archives: Parenting

Being Someone Else

When Rob and I lived in New York, I walked to work. It took me about 20 minutes to get to my job at a Manhattan publishing house, something that sounds so glamorous when you write it, and actually was occasionally that way. Picturing myself walking across town on 23rd Street in heels is like recalling a movie I’ve watched over and over again (something besides Wayne’s World.) Could that have been me?

I would likely have these disconnected feelings about that time even if I didn’t have ALS. After all, so much has changed. We moved to California, I worked from home in yoga pants and had a baby. I started hanging out at playgrounds and speaking knowledgeably—even passionately!—about Music Together and tumbling classes. Heel wearing had declined considerably long before I started tripping over my own feet.

But back when I first moved to New York, it was November 2005, and the staff at my company was working on a book due to launch the following year. Read More>

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Life and the Weather

Scarlett started her third and final year of preschool last week. Rob and I both brought her to the first day, like we have done every year, and took pictures in front of the building. What could provide a starker realization of how much my illness has changed our lives than images of my daughter growing up each year, while I become more disabled?

The first year, when she was two, I drove her to school and walked her into class, wearing flats to avoid tripping, but without any real difficulty. The next year, she was three, getting so much taller and talking all the time. I pushed a walker into the classroom, watched her play, and kissed her goodbye.

This year, I was the mom in the wheelchair. Read More>

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Road Trip

Our drive to Lake Tahoe last week started off well enough. We had snacks. Traffic was decent. Scarlett even fell asleep, and, once we wrestled her out of the bike helmet she had insisted on wearing, she seemed fairly comfortable. Until she woke up an hour later, screaming, “I’M TOO HOT!”

The AC was on and we were doing 80 on the freeway—Rob considers speed limits a suggestion—so her request that we roll the windows down “RIGHT NOW!” was denied. Plus it was 100 degrees outside. We explained to her that she might feel better if she took her shoes off, and we aimed several vents in her direction. She was not remotely pacified, and she handled it like a frustrated four-year-old, kicking and throwing things. Very unsafe behavior for highway driving. By the time we were able to pull off the road and into a gas station, Rob was furious. He pulled her out of the car and set her down on the ground, where she took off all of her clothes, and continued throwing a fit. Read More>

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