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It’s Not About Winning or Losing…It’s How You Play the Game – (A Gen Xer Changes Her Mind)

After we lost Charlie to ALS and after going through everything that entailed, my ideas about life – what it means, what I want… – all that changed.  I didn’t want to feel like life was this never-ending struggle of futility – striving to attain some manufactured sense of achievement. 

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The In Between

has faded and before the ground has shrugged into the thickness of a white winter coat.  Everything seems so bare, more plain somehow.  How stark and empty it looks by comparison.  You can see things you couldn’t see before…maybe because they were hidden behind a growth of flashy abundance or camouflaged by the distraction of the beauty that suffocated it.  This is the in between, the barren period of one season giving way to another, and there really isn’t a name for what it is.  It isn’t known for its beauty, its growth.  It’s neither a beginning nor an end…it’s simply an in between, a period of almost imperceptible transition.

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The Case for Being Lonely

Our emotions mimic a roller coaster; there are hills and valleys, excitement and fear.  No aspect of life has the ability to maintain a constant state of perfection – not relationships, not the weather, not our health.  I wonder sometimes if we’ve become such a hedonistic culture that we are incapable of allowing ourselves to sit for any amount of time in our negative feelings?  Whatever those may be – fear, loss, anger, guilt, envy, rejection, or…loneliness. Sometimes, the only way to successfully work through those negative emotions is to acknowledge them, feel them, and in some cases, honor them.  Sometimes the main reason you can spot the good is because you remember, so acutely, what it felt like to live the bad.

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“I Think Garbage Men are Sexy!”

“there are those of us who go into beast mode with the sole purpose to burn ALS to the ground. We welcome the challenges, the events, the walks, the rides, because it’s our way of shaking our metaphorical fist at ALS and saying, “You don’t get to win!” We emerge from our first battle bent, but not broken. Our hearts are bruised, but still beating. Our hurt scars us deeply, but our healing…it is transcendent.”

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