My Twenty Years with MS: A Lesson in Perseverance
On June 10, 2005, I heard the words, “You have MS.” I was twenty-eight years old, numb from the waist down, terrified, and completely…
Writing
Personal essays drawing universal meaning from lived experience — twenty years of stories, and counting.
On June 10, 2005, I heard the words, “You have MS.” I was twenty-eight years old, numb from the waist down, terrified, and completely…
I’ll be honest. We weren’t exactly excited about another long, winding drive the day after doing the Road to Hana. But our time in…
In Weymouth, they called him Joe Horse. His real name was Joseph Cavallo, but nobody called him that. Not at Denly’s, not on Lake…
We were sitting around a small table at my mom’s favorite spot, Cupz and Crepes, when something hit me. It was just the five…
I almost quit. After months of writing, editing, sharing vulnerable stories from my life, and getting nothing but silence from literary agents, I sat…
The Day My Son Discovered MF DOOM Slept on My Couch Part Two Mason sat there staring at me, still stunned. “Wait… you’re serious?”…
It started with a sound. A familiar bassline drifted from my son Mason’s room, low and looped, laid-back but haunting. I was across the…
Some stories don’t need embellishment. They write themselves through the rawness of the moment, the stress, the beauty, the kindness of strangers, and the…
In June 2024, I flew back to Massachusetts with my sons, Mason and Colby, for a 72-hour whirlwind trip to celebrate the Boston Celtics’…
When I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, my mind drifted back to a memory I hadn’t thought about in years. It was the spring…