Some Dreams Don’t Die
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…
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…
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…
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…
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.”…
June 21, 2015 by Todd Neva “If you don’t want him to hit you, then don’t smile,” Kristin said after I told Isaac to stop hitting me in the stomach.…