This past week has been something, hasn’t it?  First we heard of Ed McMahon’s passing and all I could think of was how he was the greatest second banana — ever.  He was eighty-something.  Then, Farah Fawcett died.  There wasn’t a teenage boy who didn’t have that red swimsuit poster of her above his bed.  [...]

Like many, I have a busy mind.  A very, VERY busy mind.  Unfortunately, while this lovely mind of mine is zipping around telling me this grand thought and speaking of that profound notion … all I hear is the adult voice that also plagued Charlie Brown — Whaa whaa, Whaa whaa, Whaa whaaah.
I don’t hear, [...]

I was asked the other day just how I decide a blog topic for any given post.  “How do you know what to write about?” was the question.  I had to think about that.  Really.  I usually just let fly before thinking where I’m going.  Outline?  Not me.  Beginning, middle, end?  Hardly.  Write first in [...]

I love noise.  Life is noisy.  It bangs and clanks and booms and clicks.  It’s cloudy.   It’s sticky.  Life makes sound and I love every thunderous moment.  I like it when doors and cupboards are opened and closed with a grand Taa Daa! rather than with a shrug and a quiet apology.  I love when [...]

By mid-September, I could carefully maneuver most places with a cane, albeit a bit tipsy on occasion.  My legs still fought me over stairs, but I showed them who was boss with some fancy cane and rail-holding techniques.  My mouth worked somewhat with what now could be mistaken for some sort of slow drawl (neither [...]

I spent all of August and part of September helping my one Amazing, Fabulous, Glorious Over-Achieving Brain Cell recruit others in kind of an Amway-esque pyramid scheme.  You get five friends and they get five friends and down the line, we’ll all be grandly rewarded.  Every day I bumped my way down the stairs and [...]

Thank you for your patience during this uncharacteristically long intermission.  We now resume our regularly scheduled program, already in progress.

The day following my free-wheeling, jibberish-hollering, whooptie-do through the winding corridors of my apartment complex, my helper decided that I was a handful too large for her small hands.  With her lips pursed into what looked [...]

For three weeks I slept.  Except for a few now-and-then spoonfuls of soup or jell-o, I slept — sometimes quietly, sometimes with the small sounds of one in discomfort falling over the bridge of my lips.  Prescription pain medications gave me horrid bed spins.  My only help was a couple of Extra Strength Tylenol every [...]