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This week, my wife, Jill, bought meals from HelloFresh, a company that sells kits with the ingredients and the recipes to cook at home. Apparently, because of the pandemic, something known as “cooking fatigue” has led many people to tire of the repetitive chore of starting from scratch.

I recently received an email from Kelli Yoder, the communications manager at Adira Foundation, an organization whose mission is to “invest in better lives for people with neurodegenerative diseases.” She wrote that the foundation had enlisted the help of StoryCorps, a…

As I wrote in a previous column titled, “An Abundance of Huntington’s Disease Info Awaits at Upcoming Virtual Conferences,” there are many ways to learn about the latest and greatest happenings in the HD community. I attended last month’s Huntington’s Disease Youth Organization’s International Young Adult Virtual Congress,…

Buried in my brain is a Proustian memory. It occurred during my elementary school graduation ceremony when the principal played the song “The Way We Were,” by Barbra Streisand. Any time I hear that song, I am transported back to hearing Streisand’s voice: “Mem’ries/ Light the corners of my…

I learned about my mother’s Huntington’s diagnosis and my own risk during my senior year of college. I was devastated by the news, which exacerbated my anxiety. At the time, I had a therapist who told me to write down all of my fears and anxieties…

One of the characteristics of a good journalist is being able to digest a lot of information, such as the entirety of a study, and then concisely present the most pertinent and interesting facts in a 700-word story. I have written many of these articles in my career, and I…

Over Easter weekend, my mother-in-law, Edwina, visited. My wife, Jill, and I are always happy to see her, and as usual, the conversation turned to the latest news in the family. One notable occurrence was a situation involving her brother’s mother-in-law, Lucille, whose health at 97 years old is fragile.

Having a parent with Huntington’s disease influences my life in many ways, most of which I’m likely unaware of. It influences everything from my plans for the future to how I view the world. My mom raised me to be independent (like that…

“Do you believe in miracles?” Sports announcer Al Michaels uttered that sentence on national television in February 1980 during an Olympic hockey game between the United States and the Soviet Union. During the game, which was later dubbed the “Miracle on Ice,” the Americans were heavy underdogs. But that…

My wife, Jill, and I do not dwell on her Huntington’s disease (HD). We know it’s there, of course, lurking like gray, angry clouds and chilly air that say winter is coming. But from time to time, we do talk about it. The other night, Jill used a…