Now This is Humbling
December 18, 2017 by Todd Neva I chatted with one of the white haired ladies at church on Sunday. We have much in common. She was glad to see me,…
December 18, 2017 by Todd Neva I chatted with one of the white haired ladies at church on Sunday. We have much in common. She was glad to see me,…
September 19, 2017, by Kristin Neva Someone recently asked me how I cope. “Prayer? Devotions?” I think she was expecting a more spiritual answer. But I’ve found three basic things…
July 17, 2017, by Kristin Neva The Strawberry Festival is over, but fortunately the Keweenaw is still producing the little red berries. It’s some solace in a summer that’s slow…
March 1, 2017, by Kristin Neva “The burden of grief is heavy, like the snow that crushed that old barn out in the field, but spring will come and the…
November 28, 2016, by Todd Neva Since she was a child, she’s wanted to be a writer — an author — and not just an author of a memoir, but…
October 15, 2016, by Todd Neva What a way to celebrate my 46th birthday. First, let’s start with recognizing that I made it to 46. Diagnosed at age 39 with…
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…
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,…
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…
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…