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Fat-shaming is a widespread issue that can also affect people with hemophilia, especially young children. At its core, fat-shaming involves making negative comments or judgments about a person’s weight, which can lead to feelings of inadequacy or embarrassment. While these remarks may be intended to encourage weight loss or…

In my Oct. 4 column, I reflected on the devastation Hurricane Helene had inflicted on my community in Punta Gorda, Florida. I never imagined that just weeks later, I’d be writing about a second hurricane — Milton — that would prove even more destructive to my town than Helene.

When my son Caeleb was younger, we had periods when we spent more time in the hospital than at home because of his hemophilia complications. During those times, our family moved heaven and earth to stay connected. Caeleb was often admitted to the University of New Mexico Hospital’s…

One of the most pervasive and amusing misconceptions about hemophilia is that a person with the condition could bleed to death from a tiny paper cut. People often think that those with hemophilia must avoid everything that is sharp, which isn’t entirely accurate. Hemophilia doesn’t cause people to…

My fear of letting go of the past stems in part from my anxiety about change. I want my sons, who both have hemophilia, to take control of their lives and be responsible as they move through the world. They leave, but what about me? I’m not going…

My 18-year-old son, Caeleb, is an artist. When he starts talking about colors, a lengthy conversation will ensue. Now in college majoring in digital arts, he’s passionate about his field, and his love of color runs deep. Art has been a saving grace for Caeleb, who lives with severe…

Ever since turning 30, I’ve been on a fast track toward self-improvement, determined to get the most out of life. I want to experience things meaningfully with my husband and daughter, doing things that bring me joy and fulfillment. But lately I’ve been feeling a bit disconnected from myself. That’s…

My grandmother always said, “If you don’t have anything good to say, don’t say anything at all.” She lived by those words, and in all of my memories, I can’t recall her ever speaking ill of anyone. Last week I found myself with nothing good to say, which left my…

In a column last month, I discussed how I felt when attending the recent annual conference of the National Bleeding Disorders Foundation in Atlanta. One of the highlights was when my wife, Cazandra, and I presented our own session, “Finding Our Way Back to Each Other.” Before…

Imagine a large pickle jar, the kind you might see at a movie concession stand filled with pickles. But inside this otherwise empty jar sits a large ball that’s pressing against the sides and all but filling it. Then imagine that this ball symbolizes grief. Many believe that…