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After I transferred from my scooter onto the desk chair, I swiveled to face the tablet screen, pausing a moment to regain my balance and composure. I carefully grasped the tool in my hand, securing it in my fingers and placing it on the blank page. “Now watch this!” I…

“Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.” — often attributed to G.K. Chesterton My daughter Amelia, who has Friedreich’s ataxia (FA), has always been afraid of the dark. The bedtime requests to check under the…

As I approach the 10th anniversary of my Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) diagnosis, I’m struck by an explosion of complicated and contradictory feelings. In August 2013, when I learned that the poor balance, fatigue, and slower speech I’d been experiencing were caused by FA, my future terrified me.

The recent approval of Skyclarys (omaveloxolone), the first treatment for Friedreich’s ataxia (FA), is game-changing. But I’m frustrated that there’s still a long journey ahead for me. When this drug was approved Feb. 28, I celebrated in a column posted minutes after the announcement. A few…

Throughout the last decade of volunteering and serving the rare disease community, I’ve often heard health-related companies and organizations reference the “patient voice.” This refers to the value of a patient’s experience and perspective when developing something meant to serve them. For instance, if you want to build a home…

Amelia went to summer camp! And I’m talking overnight, in-the-woods camp. My 11-year-old daughter, who has Friedreich’s ataxia (FA), had the opportunity to be away from home, get dirty, make new friends, and learn camp songs — all without the watchful and prying eyes of her mother. It started…

Summer is in full swing for my family. My daughter, Collins, 6, and my son, Brooks, 8, finished school the last week of May, and it’s been nonstop chaos ever since. With camps, trips, sports, tutoring, working, exercising, chores, play dates, and more, our summer has been action-packed. Every time…

“It used to be that when I fell, I’d get right back up as if nothing had happened,” I said. I relished evenings like this. A peer and I were enjoying the cool fall breeze on his back porch and savoring the fellowship with a few drinks as we offered…

A common question I ask people when trying to get to know them is, “What do you like to do for fun?” I consider this a safe, neutral question because people can define fun however they want. Plus, there are varying degrees of fun. For instance, going to the movies…

I have a secret: I talk to mirrors. Six years ago, I would’ve pulled out a Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders with some concern about that, but much has changed since then — one of the biggest changes being my daughter’s diagnosis of Friedreich’s ataxia…

Living in a disabled body in a predominantly able-bodied world is a rare experience that, frankly, I never anticipated having. Especially in my 30s. But thanks to my progressing Friedreich’s ataxia symptoms, it’s an existence I’m now, unfortunately, getting more and more accustomed to every day. While many of…

From its start, this column has mostly focused on my own reflections and experiences with Friedreich’s ataxia (FA). Although firsthand perspectives are important, navigating a condition like FA isn’t a solitary effort. That’s why I’ve been asking my immediate family members to share their thoughts. My columns have…