When I broke my leg nearly two years ago in a tragic shopping mall incident, I was stuck flat out on the couch for four months. Four months of healing and eating and eating and healing. Okay, well, maybe more … Continue reading
When I started writing my book entitled, All the Dancing Birds, an illogical and imaginative leap into the mind of Alzheimer’s, I started with nothing more than an interesting idea and a brave swallow. Within the first few pages into … Continue reading
I watch my sister slowly inch her way down the stairs from her second-story apartment. She moves one step at a time, sideways like a sea crab, holding tightly to the railing so the ocean tide of frailty doesn’t wash … Continue reading
I know I don’t write here every day. Great spans of time often pass from one post until the next. Some days I have nothing to offer that doesn’t seem (to me) of the least bit of interest, or thought … Continue reading
Learn the Michael Jackson Thriller Dance, the brochure read. Okay, so a lifetime of sedentary desk work brings a woman to the point where it’s either get up and move or sit there and spread. Since the spreading of Auburn … Continue reading