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Parkinson’s Awareness Month Reflections

May 13, 2024
April 2024 was Parkinson's Awareness Month. I'm aware I have PD, as are many of you. We're in the know,…

Teachable Radio

November 28, 2022
When my precise – he died eight months to the day after his cancer was diagnosed – and extraordinary father…

PD Headlights

November 28, 2022
“We love our children the best we can.” I defend the parents who did and do love me with all…

Reply All

July 8, 2022
Reply All is a form of narcissistic, societal torture.

NYE Sailing

January 25, 2022
Take 10,000 steps. Daily. Lose 5, 10, 20 – a million pounds. The usual suspects line up like children waiting…

Ask a Parkie: a PD Q&A

January 15, 2022
“Let’s play ‘Ask a Parkie,” I say, helping my mother to pull herself up to the room service breakfast table….

My God Is….

December 22, 2021
God is the glue that connects us. She/He/It is the whisper in our heads imploring us to be better, to…

Hope

November 24, 2021
Hope is the creep lurking in corners pretending to be a gift, a curse hiding in blessing’s clothes.It’s the eternal…

The To Do List

November 12, 2021
The space in between inaction and action, the breaks between the actions once begun. I stare. The dreaded “To Do…

The Language of Lemons

June 13, 2021
“I brought you some lemons,” she said, showing me a bowl brimming with sunny spheres. “Thank you,” I replied to…

Familial Fantasies

June 3, 2021
I do not have the children I expected. They're like me in ways I wish they weren't. They express traits…

Legacy Upended

May 11, 2021
“It’s been 30 years, “he said turning the page in his calendar.  “30 years …” his voice trails off into the…

Awareness

April 22, 2021
April is Parkinson’s Awareness Month. I am quite aware I have Parkinson’s. I bet other twitchers are too. What good…

Remembrance

March 24, 2021
How is a life remembered? Which stories seal our fate? I forget more stories than I care to admit. The…

Connect 2

February 28, 2021
I believe that God is the connective tissue between people, the ephemeral energy that makes us want to do better,…

Sex In the Afternoon

January 26, 2021
My parents belonged to a generation that didn’t see the need to analyze and understand their union. They were a…

Talisman

January 22, 2021
Can the tangible capture the ephemeral? Do the things we love keep our memories? Can a treasured object give a…

COVID Tree: Part 2 The Tree

January 5, 2021
No one has talked tree since Turkey Day. But the calendar has turned to December so a tree we must…

COVID Tree: Part 1 Thanksgiving

January 5, 2021
COVID coping mechanisms are copious chez moi. Compulsive cleaning is among the more productive of our pandemic proclivities – one…

The Faraway Nearby

November 18, 2020
“Georgia O’Keeffe moved to rural New Mexico, from which she would sign her letters to the people she loved, “from…

About Me

I worry that I sound so very neurotic that you are about to click far, far away from this site. And I think you worry too. Maybe not as much as I do – I realize that few do — but hopefully enough so that these words of worry sound like music to your fretful soul and thus you will read on, dear reader, read on.