On occasion I forget that I have ALS. More accurately, I forget that I have significant ALS-related disabilities. A prime example occurs when I try to speak after I have been writing for a while. I open my mouth, fully expecting to speak with the same fluency I have...
I look forward to my daily morning contemplation. A cup of coffee in a favorite mug. DeltaMae at my feet. And a sweet bit of time to embody stillness, silence, solitude, and an open heart I call space. Each morning's experience is unique. Many mornings...
Tender soothing rain all night last night lingers unto morning like sweet tears to begin this day anew and whole. I did not grow up in a culture of sweet tears, the kind that flow gently down the cheek, as plainly and innocently as a smirk might linger while...
A few years ago, our son William led a pilgrimage along the Camino de Santiago in northern Spain. He had a small flock of pilgrims, or peregrinos as they are known along the Camino. Exactly two peregrinos: his parents. William selected the route, made the...
Today, we mark two years since our beloved Jim passed away. Our Plews-Ogan family, including Rowan and baby Phoebe, Erin and Hal, and Will and Monika, are gathering for the weekend as we will every year. This year, we’re in Minneapolis. The time together has given us...