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The song “The Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze,” lyrics by George Leybourne and music by Gaston Lyle, plays loudly in my mind. As a child, I loved the lines “He’d fly through the air with the greatest of ease/ That daring young man on the flying…

Recently, our microwave broke beyond repair, and it made me realize how much we rely on certain appliances to make life easier. In a household where hemophilia is a part of daily life, convenience isn’t just about comfort. It’s about minimizing physical strain and reducing risks. Many household chores…

When people hear the word “hemophilia,” they often picture severe bleeding, bruising, or swollen joints. Those are the visible symptoms, the ones doctors, nurses, and even family members understand. But living with a bleeding disorder is so much more than what meets the eye. There are symptoms we…

Last night, I had very little left in the tank. The past few weeks have brought unique challenges and responsibilities that left me weary. As I started thinking about my column for this week, I realized how much time I’ve spent writing about when my children were small. But what…

Creating an online dating profile can be an ominous task. At least it is for me. I’m always worried about how to present myself and what I should say. How do I ensure that others will see me for who I really am — someone who’s active, fun, loving, relatively…

When people talk about hemophilia, some deliberately avoid calling it a disability. Instead, they’ll say “a medical condition” or “a health challenge,” as if disability were a negative label. Some who embrace the positive thinking movement even argue that people with hemophilia shouldn’t see it as a disability, pushing…

Women like me often wonder how the hemophilia community has overlooked us for so long. The stories of women labeled as mere “carriers” — despite experiencing life-threatening bleeding episodes — are endless. For decades, we’ve lived with symptoms that disrupt our lives, yet we were dismissed, misdiagnosed, or told…

I’m a big fan of the stage version of “Wicked.” In the opening of the second act, Glinda (the “Good”) is standing in front of the citizens of Oz, sharing her delight in being center stage. She expresses her humblest gratitutions (you’ll understand why I’m using that strange…

Valentine’s Day is a holiday that celebrates love. However, the day’s origin doesn’t involve a hard-to-get dinner reservation, the perfect Valentine’s card, and the best box of chocolates, but rather a martyred saint and a massacre. Fortunately, our 21st-century world has a more pleasant understanding of the day. While this…

The first thing you’ll see when you walk into my storage shed is an all-terrain knee scooter. To the left, there’s a wheelchair, and to the right, a walker. Moving to my bedroom closet, you’ll find crutches, multiple canes, a walking boot, ankle and knee braces galore, Ace bandages, self-adhesive…