Columns

I recently watched “Almost Famous,” a comedy film from 2000 that portrayed the fictional story of a music journalist and a rock band that longed for recognition. I didn’t expect the movie to remind me of the Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) community, but it did. That’s because we’re also a…

Today is another brutally cold January day here in Massachusetts. Both my Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) and my wheelchair use mean I don’t spend as much time outside as I’d like. Why? FA limits my outdoor time when it is either super hot or super cold. Right now, the…

Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) is progressively degenerative, and its reach is far and wide. What started as trouble staying on my feet during sand volleyball matches became an inability to walk unassisted 10 years later. With that progression, to say that FA has demanded adaptation from me would be an…

Like many people dealing with traumatic medical problems, I vividly remember when I was diagnosed. For me, that happened before they had even identified the Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) gene, so I had to endure lots of difficult testing. Today, the FA gene is identified through a blood or…

This week marks the seventh anniversary of writing for Friedreich’s Ataxia News under the banner of “My Darling Disability.” I’m humbled by the thought that my words have impacted even one life in the Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) and broader rare disease communities, and I plan to continue to honor…

“The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills” is one of my pleasures. I’m intentionally not writing “guilty pleasure” because I don’t feel guilty for watching the show, even though it’s silly and does nothing for me except that I enjoy their petty arguments and hurts. But cozying up with…

As I begin 2025, all of my planning, expectations, projects, and so forth are through the lens of this awareness: This is the year I’ll start using a wheelchair full time. Knowing this shift was coming has been both helpful and hard. As my family and I fully embraced…

It’s January, and despite the gray skies overhead and the lingering chill in the air, I feel a little more motivated to tackle the mundane tasks left on my to-do list. I’m starting with a thorough check of the batteries in our smoke and carbon monoxide detectors on each level…

Every time I shower, I wrestle with the competing emotions of being a little afraid of a fall and wanting to relax into that delicious feeling of hot water beating on my back. A couple days ago, I decided to embrace my fear instead of pushing it away. Let me…

When I introduce myself, I always say: “I’m Matt, and I have Friedreich’s ataxia.” It’s not just a fact; it’s a part of the story that’s shaped me. Part of me can’t stand thinking that a progressive disease dictates my life. That part of me refuses to let it…

I tend to find messages of hope and resilience in bleak stories. Take, for instance, my column about finding hope in the objectively depressing movie “Requiem for a Dream.” Similarly, another unlikely source of inspiration comes from Franz Kafka’s short story “The Metamorphosis.” Last week, when life…

I recently saw a short YouTube video extolling the importance of accepting that life is bittersweet. In this acceptance, we can become content. If you’ve been reading my columns, you’ve heard me say that I’m happy. I’ve been careful to say that I’m happy overall, not happy every moment.