The other day, my fiancé Kyle and I were laying on the couch talking about our upcoming wedding, in 2 months. We had recently decided to write our own vows and he was nervously venting about how stressful it would be to get everything he wanted to say out of his head and onto paper, that could ever express how much I meant to him, and all that sappy stuff, in front of all of our friends and family no less. I sighed jokingly at first, “I just can’t believe you want to marry me, with everything I come along...Read More
Have you ever watched the fastest people in a marathon or other big race and wondered “how do they run so fast!?” You ogle at how fast their time was, and think “I could never do that.” Today I met someone who could. My fiancé, Kyle, and I have been waking up just before 5 am for the past few months to go to the gym. This morning, I sorted through my shirts and picked my Falmouth Road Race t-shirt… maybe a bit subconsciously as I was feeling a little bummed out that I didn’t sign up this year,...Read More
Growing up with cystic fibrosis, or any chronic illness, requires an immense amount of responsibility at an early age. And when I was a kid, the only thing I wanted to be responsible for was the remote control so that I could watch Disney and Nickelodeon cartoons. I had my techniques for cutting short my treatment time. The vest machine I used to shake the mucus out of my lungs, had a timer on it, similar to an egg timer. If I turned it ever so slightly, I could cut off a minute or two when I was tired of...Read More
I recently attended a presentation about ADA accommodations, and something was said that got me fired up.
A well-meaning manager raised his hand andRead More