The R-Word
Me? Superstitious? Nahhh… (knock wood): “‘Are you in remission?’ I cannot answer. My throat is closed, the words caught somewhere deep within. I can’t even answer the question in writing, instead starting the sentence and then deleting, starting another one, phrased slightly differently and delete that, too, before I even get to the part about…
What A Difference A Voice Makes
Before I get going, I need to say how much I’ve enjoyed the comment section of my last post. There were quite a few groans and I almost spurted tea on my keyboard more than once – absolutely made my day(s)! And now to something completely different… There’s a handful of authors who I’ll read…
Being A Wuss: A Political Act?
The other day, in response to someone’s inquiry of how I was, I found myself prattling on about the details of my pain levels and I realized that I often do this with people who knew me well and with whom I speak often. And it’s been nagging at me a bit and making me…
Too Far. Just Too, Too Far
I’d planned to write about something else today, but got majorly sidetracked by a fit of apoplexy. I’m on a couple of email lists and one of the members is an older gentleman, quite conservative, who delights in sending really awful jokes (that are often so awful that they’re very funny) and sometimes, he sends…
Autobiographical Book Collection
One of Laurie’s recent posts was a transfer meme from Facebook in which you list 15 books that’ll always stick with you and in a grand gesture, she tagged everyone who read it. And it made me think about the books I have left on my shelves. For years now, miscellaneous neck issues have prevented…
Parenting Teens with Rheumatoid Arthritis
This week’s HealthCentral post wonders what if it’s not you who have RA – what if it’s your kid? “When I was a teenager, I wanted nothing to do with doctors, hospitals and physical therapists. I was done with blood tests, trying medications that weren’t working and soaking my hands in paraffin wax until it…
Dear Buskerfest
It’s a small thing. It doesn’t make up for the rest of it, but it was very, very satisfying. Sincerely, Lene