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Texas weather has a way of humbling you just when you think you’ve figured it out. One of my cousins was celebrating a birthday at a local mini amusement park, and our family and friends came out to join the festivities. It was one of those rare Texas days that…

I’ve been asked to do a small public presentation about my Parkinson’s journey. It’s all I can think about, even though it’s not for another month. Yes, friends, I’m stressing out! In the years before my Parkinson’s diagnosis, I was a confident public speaker. Usually, I’d be teaching…

One of the strangest things about living with Parkinson’s disease is how inconsistent it can be. A movement that feels nearly impossible one moment can sometimes become easier a few seconds later. A person may struggle to initiate a step but then walk fluidly once they get going. A…

“Will I be able to drive?” Of all the questions my uncle Brandon could’ve asked after being diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease, that was one of the first. If you knew Uncle Brandon, though, it probably wouldn’t have surprised you. This was not a man interested in becoming anybody’s passenger…

Navigating life with Parkinson’s disease comes with many perils and pitfalls. For me, the most prominent challenge is the disconnect between my brain and my body. The world becomes a much scarier place when my medication wears off. I become powerless, stuck in a paralyzed body, albeit only…

There are few sounds more frightening during a Texas summer than an air conditioner suddenly going silent. Temperatures were climbing past 100 degrees, the house was getting warmer by the minute, and my family was becoming increasingly unnerved. We called a few air-conditioning companies, but between the heat wave and…

Life takes many twists and turns and often leads you to places you never imagined. The addition of my husband Arman’s Parkinson’s disease to our lives has certainly taken us on an unexpected journey. As I set out on this caregiver path, I quickly realized that there is no…

A couple of months ago, a fellow boxer from my Parkinson’s boxing program passed away. I didn’t go to his memorial, but he was a well-loved member of the community, and apparently there were many hundreds of people there to celebrate him. A friend and I were musing on…