Her husband is paralysed from the chest down and he swims, runs, drives and works, while still feeling nothing below his chest. She writes about it plainly, including the stage where the numbness began turning into a sensation of burning, and admits they know nobody who has been through the same thing.
That post gives the blog its weight. So does her account of a September morning spent running for a connecting flight, watching people crowded around a television, and only understanding once the flight was cancelled.
The marketing material sits oddly beside all that but is practical enough. She explains linking a blog to a profile so search engines know who wrote it, and sets daily assignments for anybody following along.
The rest covers cruise cabins, recovering from serious jet lag, foods she believes help, and a bull riding event.
Nineteen posts. Read the two personal ones first. Nothing else on the blog is trying to do what they do.