Sherri Woodbridge,  —

Sherri was diagnosed with young-onset Parkinson's disease over 15 years ago. She can be found working in her garden, going for walks, taking pictures, or reading books to her three favorite grandkids. Sherri is taking life somewhat slower, and perhaps with guarded steps, but she’s not giving in.

Articles by Sherri Woodbridge

My Joy of Gardening Is More Than Skin Deep

If you’re anything like me, there’s something energizing about gardening and pulling weeds. About pruning back overgrowth and watering budding seedlings, even if, because of having Parkinson’s, you can do it only a fraction of the time you used to be able to keep at it. In those…

I’m Learning Not to Make Assumptions

I have a bad habit of assuming things. You would think (an assumption) that I would have learned by now, but no.  Take today for example.  My husband and I were at the mall this afternoon people-watching in front of the coffee shop. I watched through…

What to Say to Someone with Parkinson’s Disease

You’ve probably read articles with titles like, “10 Things Not to Say to a Person with Parkinson’s.” These typically include statements like, “But you don’t look sick,” or perhaps, “My Uncle Nero had that, and his arms fell off.” You’ve heard the possible and the far-fetched, the comments…

How Our Disease Keeps Pecking Away

Jean Mellano, a fellow contributor at Parkinson’s News Today, recently wrote a column about how this disease keeps taking bits and pieces of us — our abilities, our control of self — and leaves less and less of us day by day. In a reply to a…

Don’t Give Up on This Bittersweet Journey

Everything’s not all right or OK. Like it or not, we have a chronic disease that won’t go away. Our days are consumed with uncontrollable thoughts; they ravage our minds, threaten our souls, and grasp for our spirits. Will we ever be “us” again — those beings who…

Parkinson’s Makes Us Role Models

We didn’t stand in a long line, waiting our turn to collect the perfect life. Nor did we have a choice as to what kind of life we would be handed. We were just given a box, wrapped in paper with “Surprise” written on it. When we opened…