Mr. Mayor
I am Mr. Mayor. Isaac places a Lego minifigure in my useless, supinated palm. I announce, “Hello, Lego City.” (Hear in your mind Robin Williams’s voice from Good Morning, Vietnam.) Play begins, usually…
Author: Todd Neva
10 Posts
I’ve Lived to See My Son’s Graduation
June 11, 2016, by Todd Neva In our memoir Heavy, Kristin described a dream she had months following my ALS diagnosis on June 11, 2010. “God called to me and said,…
The Long Haul
April 18, 2016, by Kristin Neva My faith is shaken when I’m sleep-deprived. Immobile in bed, Todd’s joints ache, and he calls me to turn him. I wake in the…
White Suit Pink Shirt
March 24, 2016, by Todd Neva Kristin’s father, David Edward Siirtola, passed away a couple days ago. This photo epitomizes who he was, although he only wore that suit once…
She’s Not Me
January 22, 2016, by Todd Neva “You’re Not You” (2014, Hilary Swank and Emmy Rossum) was the hardest movie I’ve ever watched. I stopped it two times before finally buckling…
Three Thanksgivings
November 23, 2015, by Kristin Neva I try to practice gratitude. I have a long list of things for which I am thankful: Being married to my best friend. The…
Miss Joy
September 29, 2015, by Kristin Neva Sara jumped off the court and threw the ball into the basket, winning a round of lightning. She turned to me and smiled, and…
Don’t Rush It
September 7, 2015, by Todd Neva “How does it feel to be six?” Kristin asked Isaac last Monday. “You know, I’m almost seven,” he said. “Oh no, don’t rush it.”…
Be Careful What You’re Thankful For
August 11, 2015, by Kristin Neva We’ve had a few rough days. As Todd’s health declines, our old method of transferring him works only some of the time—when his feet aren’t too…
God’s Gift of Ignorance
August 5, 2015, by Todd Neva I thought my days of eating at The Fitz were over, but I keep finding creative ways to overcome obstacles. In this case, Kristin’s…