Somewhere, it’s like a whistle has been blown urging me to get off of the sidelines and into the game.
Articles by Matt Lafleur
First of two parts. I answered my phone on speaker and set it on my table. I was worried that…
As the end of February approaches, Rare Disease Day, held annually on the last day of the month, is…
Often I’d rather dream than face reality. I reflect on this most mornings, when the sun rises enough to turn…
A few mornings ago, I groggily looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror. Because my vanity is wheelchair-accessible,…
“You’re cured, Matt! You’re cured!” yelled some friends, their shouts echoing in the ballroom of my college’s student…
For some reason, the huge tome of American literature that served as my textbook for high school English always…
The long drive back home was uneventful as the sky shifted from a clear blue to an ominous collection of…
“This isn’t a good start to the trip,” I thought while trying not to topple to the floor. I’d missed…
Sometimes holding on to hope looks a lot like desperation. I’ve been dealing with the unstoppable progression of my…