Kids have a way of flattening the extraordinary into the ordinary. My 6-year-old daughter once scraped her knee, looked down…
Articles by Allyx Formalejo
The other day, I asked my husband, Jared, if he’d ever consider leading a harm reduction seminar for…
Some days it’s easy to see the cracks in our family’s situation — the unpredictable costs, the logistics of keeping…
All my life, I’ve chased achievement. It made me crave purpose. I was once a “gifted child,” even called…
As someone with attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder, I crave a challenge. It doesn’t even have to be a significant one,…
People often assume that loving someone with hemophilia — and in my husband’s case, epilepsy, too — must come…
My husband, Jared, and I both have marketing backgrounds. We’re used to thinking in terms of value. In branding, you…
The other day, I found an old document from my husband Jared’s last hospital stay — the one after his…
I recently came across a social media post that hit home. It began: “Never judge someone with a…
My husband, Jared, doesn’t need a gym anymore, or dumbbells, or fancy machines. These days, all he needs is the…