I wrote two issues of  Cerebellum this week because Bellamy’s arms aren’t cooperating at the moment.

Yeah – her arms. (Also one of her legs.)

You know, those limbs you use to… pack up furniture and belongings? And to drive these things to more hopeful place? And to pick up groceries for your kids? And to write newsletters saying “HELP! HAAALP! MY ARMS AREN’T WORKING!”

I’m writing Bellamy’s newsletter today because, unlike your friend Bellamy, I have the privilege of two functioning arms.

::: gloats :::

Obviously, Bellamy is much nicer than I am. Like you, she would never gloat about such a thing when you’re having a stress-induced MS relapse. She’s really kind.

And I know you’re kind, because you’re one of her people. Which brings me to…

Our opportunity for greatness and community belonging!