I remember my son wanted to go to bed with his cowboy boots on, and we had this fight for like an hour. Then I realized that the only good reason I had for him not to do it is because I didn't want him to. There was really no other reason. And finally I said, "OK, fine." It was a great victory for me, because I realized it doesn't really matter.

I can't be smug, because I know that you can lose anything at any point. And I can't be angry, because I haven't lost it.

I discovered that I was part of a Parkinson's community with similar experiences and similar questions that I'd been dealing with alone.

Acceptance is the key to everything.

Don't spend a lot of time imagining the worst-case scenario. It rarely goes down as you imagine it will, and if by some fluke it does, you will have lived it twice.

Optimism is a cure for many things.

Pity is a benign form of abuse.