• #4: Living the Dream

    #4: Living the Dream

    I remember being in the car, coming here for the first time in June last year. We were waiting to turn left into the hospital entrance and I saw the billboard: “Where Impossible Becomes I’m Possible.” I pointed it out to Chris. He squeezed my hand. All our hope was here, and we were both […]

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  • #4

    #4

    I remember being in the car, coming here for the first time in June last year. We were waiting to turn left into the hospital entrance and I saw the billboard: “Where Impossible Becomes I’m Possible.” I pointed it out to Chris. He squeezed my hand. All our hope was here, and we were both […]

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  • #3: 525,600 Minutes

    #3: 525,600 Minutes

    My social media feeds are full of people wishing farewell to 2019. So many of the people I know found the last year hard, and I’m no different — 2019 was certainly the hardest year of my life so far. I definitely used to be one to say good riddance to a year that seemed […]

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  • #3

    My social media feeds are full of people wishing farewell to 2019. So many of the people I know found the last year hard, and I’m no different — 2019 was certainly the hardest year of my life so far. I definitely used to be one to say good riddance to a year that seemed […]

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  • #2: At Christmas, Staying Present

    #2: At Christmas, Staying Present

    This Christmas I cried three times, and that felt like a pretty big win. The first time was when I opened a card from Chris. I cried because he wrote in it. I knew how much effort it took. He wrote in it left-handed, because he can no longer grip a pen with his right […]

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  • #2

    This Christmas I cried three times, and that felt like a pretty big win. The first time was when I opened a card from Chris. I cried because he wrote in it. I knew how much effort it took. He wrote in it left-handed, because he can no longer grip a pen with his right […]

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  • #1: Our Story

    #1: Our Story

    By Kelsie Snow I used to tell stories for a living, but telling your own story is different. It’s scary and it’s hard and it exposes you.  And that’s why it’s important.  People aren’t good at grief, and that’s because we don’t share it. We hide it away and expect those living through it to […]

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  • #1

    By Kelsie Snow I used to tell stories for a living, but telling your own story is different. It’s scary and it’s hard and it exposes you.  And that’s why it’s important.  People aren’t good at grief, and that’s because we don’t share it. We hide it away and expect those living through it to […]

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  • To love my body, it had to fail me.

    To love my body, it had to fail me.

    This week I was skating with my family, racing my 4-year-old up and down the rink as she giggled and squealed. I watched her wobble and right herself and push forward to win. I followed behind her, skating the length of the ice on one foot going one direction, the other coming back. I’m not […]

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  • Joy and Grief

    Joy and Grief

    I haven’t known what to write in a long time. I’ve started things and stopped, saved drafts and deleted them. I thought I was stuck. I now realize I was overwhelmed. This year has been hard. For me, for my family, for so many of my friends. All around me, there’s been sadness — death […]

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Kelsie Snow is a freelance writer, podcaster and storyteller. She blogs about her family’s life since her husband, Chris, was diagnosed with ALS in June 2019 and shares their story and other’s on her podcast, Sorry, I’m Sad. She lives with Chris and their two children in Calgary, Alberta, Canada.





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