Speed4Kevin

In 2013, I was connected to Kevin Swan, a young filmmaker from Florida, who also has ALS. Kevin and I made a phone date, and quickly found that we had similar attitudes to living with the disease, mainly that we were looking to stay positive and to focus on what was good in our lives.

Part of our conversation centered around the idea that we really feel lucky to have been given the new perspective that we have, with enough time to actually put it to use. We meant this in comparison to having your life snuffed out in an instant, never having the chance to tell people you loved them that one last time. Sure, we all know that life is fleeting and that we’ll someday die, but until you’re facing it in a more immediate way, it’s hard to wrap your head around the concept. I’ll never have everything about this life figured out, but having ALS has helped me to pare away some of the extraneous bullshit and think about the best ways to spend my time.

Kevin decided that his time would be well spent by starting A Life Story Foundation, whose mission is to Rewrite the End of ALS by raising money for research and awareness building. He uses his background in film to tell the stories of other people with the disease. “ALS does not define who you are,” his website says. “It’s just a part of your story.”

Having known Kevin for a couple of years, one thing I’ve noticed is that he always looks dapper. Nice jackets and ties, big smile. That kind of effort is not easy, but it’s really important. It’s just one more way that we continue to care about ourselves, when we can’t always care for ourselves. Even in a t-shirt and jeans, Kevin Swan is nicely put together. So you can tell that being here still matters to him.

Although my once-muscled limbs are melting like ice cream, I can appreciate that desire to look your best. I mean, I wear Uggs every day, like someone’s toddler going to music class, but I brush my hair. I put on one of my maxi dresses, and I try to feel grateful for another day. I try to hold on to that feeling that Kevin and I still share, that we’re lucky to be here. That we still have work to do.

Read Kevin Swan’s story here.

Watch Kevin Swan’s story here.

Extra Yarn

“Soon, people thought, soon Annabelle will run out of yarn.

But it turned out she didn’t.”

-Extra Yarn, by Mac Barnett and Jon Klassen

Scarlett has a fabulous book called Extra Yarn. It was a gift for her third birthday, and we still read it often. It’s about a little girl who finds a box of yarn, and no matter how much she knits, there is always yarn.

Now, I’m not going to get all “life is like a box of yarn” in my best Forrest Gump voice, but I do love this book. The little girl makes a colorful sweater for herself, and one for her dog, and when a neighborhood boy is mean, she tells him he’s just jealous. I’m not, he replies. But, as the author tells us, it turns out he was.

The little girl is told that her sweater is a distraction, and when she offers to make one for everyone, she’s told that it’s impossible. That she can’t. But, the book goes on to say, it turns out she can.

And in the end (do I have to write spoiler alert here? The book is like 22 pages long, so I think you’re ok to hear this) when a terrible archduke curses the little girl, yelling that she will never be happy again, it turns out she is.

I kept thinking about that book during ALS Awareness Month. Read More>

For My Mom on Her Birthday

Today is my mom’s birthday. I would post how old she is, but I’m not sure if that sort of thing is acceptable, even on one’s own blog, so I’ll just say that yesterday when Scarlett was asked that question, she responded “49.” Let’s go with that. Happy 49th birthday, Mom!

I was scrolling through old blog posts I’ve written about my mother: her visits to see me in New York, back when I was childless and she was a professional grandchild advocate (“I don’t even care if you get married!”); our trip to Florida when my parents met Rob’s parents for the first time and my mom and his stepdad bonded over light beer with ice in it and a mutual inability to stop themselves from overdosing on mixed nuts; our wedding weekend in New York (because that thing about her not caring if we got married was nonsense); her time in San Francisco right after Scarlett was born, when she saved my sanity by going everywhere with me and not judging me when I cried during the opening credits to the TV show Parenthood, then in its very first season, just like I was.

But that’s just the stuff I wrote about. When I was younger, my mom was a source of great pride to me. She was a teacher, she did Jazzercise, she had a ton of friends. She wore little short shorts and bandanas, and in the summers she was as brown as a leaf, and smelled like tanning oil. She had 4 sisters, 3 brothers, and parents who lived a mile from us, and our house was always overflowing with family. Read More>