The Rearview Mirror…
Road tripping this week left a lot of time for reflection, and little time for writing. As I spent hour after hour looking through the windshield, I started thinking about the rearview mirror and...
My fight against Lou Gehrig's disease
Road tripping this week left a lot of time for reflection, and little time for writing. As I spent hour after hour looking through the windshield, I started thinking about the rearview mirror and...
This week’s post is actually Amy’s idea. As we were getting out of bed one morning, listening to the steady thump, thump, thump of Diesel’s tail, Amy said I should write about how he’s...
Through all my correspondence with friends, family, and those suffering with Lou Gehrig’s disease, I get asked a lot of questions. This week I’ll answer the most frequently asked and try and provide a...
Every day I correspond with people suffering from ALS and those caring for them. I’ve also crossed paths with many others suffering from other terminal conditions. The range of emotions they share runs a...
Well, last Thursday was the last day of school and the start of my 8th retirement attempt. Some may say that I am a complete failure when it comes to actually retiring. While I...
Wow, has this week gone by fast! As promised, this is Diesel, the latest addition to the Neal family. A couple of weeks ago, my mom asked when the last time was that I...
I’m starting this week’s post as I sit at school, stewing over a Great Blue Heron that has paid our koi pond yet another visit. This guy has a voracious appetite and can devour...
This week I’m writing with gratitude, thanks, to all those who read my stories each week. I started this blog to reach out to those suffering from Lou Gehrig’s disease and the horrible prognosis...
I’m starting this week’s entry on Tuesday while sitting at school waiting for our weekly faculty meeting. It’s a great day because for the second day in a row, I hopped on the Harley...
Last week I mentioned that our time at Double Lucky Ranch may not have been one the brightest spots in our lives, but that doesn’t mean there weren’t wonderful, lasting memories that were created...
Last weekend as my dad and I slept through most of the Masters, I started reflecting on how golf resembles life. Now, I am not a golfer. I tried many times when I was...
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