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My youngest son, Caeleb, came to the table the other day with a massive grin on his face. “Guess what?” he said. “I just received an email from housing at the University of New Mexico [UNM], confirming that I have a dorm room for the school year. Can you believe…

As a hospice chaplain, I offer space for people to speak. I meet them where they are as they grieve. From patients who need to reveal their regrets and disappointments to family members wracked with guilt, I am present and give them space. No judgment. Sometimes it’s difficult not…

“Whiskey-Bravo-six-Zulu-Yankee-Yankee looking for a radio check,” my dad called out into his faithful Kenwood handheld 2-meter radio. “W-B-6-Zed-Y-Y, I hear you loud and clear,” came an answer from radio land. This was my dad’s call sign — the constant background noise of my youth. Ask any childhood friend who spent…

All my life, I’ve chased achievement. It made me crave purpose. I was once a “gifted child,” even called a genius by the Philippine Daily Inquirer — and briefly, I was a commercial model for milk, too. My innocent 5-year-old face appeared in ads juxtaposing little me with history’s…

Last week, I had two dental procedures that required pretreatment because of my hemophilia B and von Willebrand disease (VWD). After prepping one of my teeth for a crown, my dentist took an X-ray that revealed an abscess, which meant I needed a root canal, too. Both procedures…

In my years of discussing my sons’ bleeding disorders here, I too have had a hereditary disorder: essential tremors, which I inherited from my mother’s side of the family. While my disorder isn’t life-threatening, several factors seem eerily similar to my sons’ struggles with hemophilia. My tremors don’t…

Rare Rewritten, a new campaign by the nonprofit group Remember the Girls, seeks to persuade prominent medical organizations to update their online information about women and girls with X-linked disorders. According to the group’s founder, Taylor Kane, whom I interviewed back in April, the campaign was created to combat…

As someone with attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder, I crave a challenge. It doesn’t even have to be a significant one, just something that gives me a little feeling of accomplishment. A small win early in the day, such as solving a tricky problem, tidying a corner of my space, or…

We received some unexpected news this week from the University of New Mexico, where our youngest son, Caeleb, is a rising sophomore. Although we had thought he’d be able to move into a dormitory on campus this fall, it appears he’s still on a waiting list, and the chances…

In kindergarten, my teacher had a daily ritual: story time. My friends and I would race to the corner and sit “crisscross applesauce” on the boldly colored carpet, eagerly awaiting the story. Next to recess, it was the best part of the day. The teacher read with excitement, allowing us…