HD in Color — Tanita Allen

When the first cool breeze arrives amid the fading hours of daylight, I feel a pull toward home. Fall invites me to create a space that’s not only beautiful but safe, comforting, and easy…

Some changes arrive quietly, like leaves shifting one shade at a time until the whole tree glows with color. Friendship has been like that for me: not a single dramatic ending or beginning, but…

The transition from summer into fall is beautiful, with cooler breezes, golden leaves, and cozy routines. But for someone living with Huntington’s disease, the change isn’t just about swapping flip-flops for sweaters. Seasonal…

September has always signified a quiet shift for me. It’s evident in the crispness of the air, the softened light, and the way the days naturally fall into a steadier rhythm. Even though the…

There’s a unique kind of pain that doesn’t come from having Huntington’s disease, but rather having to convince people the disease exists. Living with Huntington’s as a Black woman has meant constantly being…

Life with Huntington’s disease often feels unpredictable and overwhelming. There are times when the emotional and physical weight feels like too much to carry. In those moments, humor has often been my saving…

Huntington’s disease has transformed nearly every part of my life: my body, my emotions, my routines. But one of the most profound changes has been in how I show up as a friend,…

Dating is already hard enough in this world of ghosting, swiping, and shallow connections. Add a terminal illness like Huntington’s disease into the mix and it becomes a minefield of awkward conversations, emotions,…

There is a quiet rebellion in telling the truth about your body, especially when the world would prefer you stay silent, polished, and palatable. When I was diagnosed with Huntington’s disease, I didn’t…

Huntington’s disease doesn’t give you a map. There is no itinerary, no neatly labeled stages that tell you when and where things will change. It’s a disease of uncertainty, one that rewrites its…

Dear past me, I know you’re scared. I know your hands are trembling, not just from the involuntary movements beginning in your fingers, but from everything this diagnosis means. Huntington’s disease. You…