78 Brain Walkers! Yes, you read that correctly, seventy-eight people were red-y and walking for #Red4WED, in the second annual Bismarck...

“Everything is worse at night. Everything.” Said my mother to me yesterday, after I had a particularly awful night, which led to an...

“Princesses, they’re just like us.” My friend Christina once commented that on Facebook, under a picture of Princess Kate. You know, the...

February 22, 2021, is World Encephalitis Day (WED)! In honor of WED, please join Jackie in the second annual Bismarck Brain Walk. Last...

While I was in the psychiatric ward, and could still write a little, I wrote: “BETTER DAYS AHEAD.” It was more me trying to convince...

*The turkey artwork is courtesy of my Kindergarten son.* When I was in college, the United States was involved in conflict in the Middle...

This photo of me was taken at the Mayo Clinic, on November 6, 2018. It was at the height of the dark days of my recovery from autoimmune...

After releasing ONLY their 8th episode of the autoimmune encephalitis podcast, Brain Fever, Jackie and her producer/co-host/husband,...

Recently, Jackie enjoyed speaking to law enforcement administrative support professionals and University of North Dakota nursing...

Everyone has an idea and a way for me. I’ve accepted that’s just part of living with a monumental illness.

My newfound time and perspective on life have given me all sorts of nostalgia. Feelings of longing for the past.

Jackie, along with her husband who is the co-host and producer, has an autoimmune encephalitis podcast called "Brain Fever."

Everything about autoimmune encephalitis scares the bee jeebies out of me. It’s horrible to face your own mortality, but also eye opening.

As my health improved, I became less fixated on life’s uncertainty, but I remain lonely.

Figuring out how to educate our children and keep them safe, is a big part of our new daily routine.

After all, drinking cold coffee may be guaranteed, but tomorrow isn’t.

Please take away from this piece that I have some thoughts about coping with grief, not that I read old lady magazines.

In my new weird encephalitis world, there are two types of people: patients and carers.

As painful as it is, I’m now a card carrying member of the “Encephalitis Club.”

Read more here: https://theprairieblog.com/2019/11/27/the-lawyer-who-wasnt-crazy-jackie-stebbins-thanksgiving-story/