Tag: vulnerability

This post is dedicated to the look my son gave


These days Santa Claus is a curious subject in our house. I’m pretty sure my 10 year old daughter doesn’t believe. However her belief, or lack there of, has yet to be confirmed. My 8 year old son’s belief hangs limbo. He’s asking questions: “So what if your house doesn’t have a chimney?” and “So what […]

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To a friend who is concerned about spending their time wisely


To a friend who is concerned about spending their time wisely  Years ago, when I was doing stand-up comedy, I fell into a conversation with an older women, a grandmother type. She was sitting at the bar where I had just finished a set. After a sip of her 7 and 7, she told me […]

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Health Update#3: I’m still doing okay.


Health Update #3 In every situation, life is asking us a question, and our actions are the answer. Our job is simply to answer well. ~ Ryan Holiday People have been asking how I’m feeling lately. So here we go: I’m doing okay. I get it, “I’m doing okay” is the response I gave you […]

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Going back to Bethesda


I started writing this post in a hotel room in Gaithersburg, Maryland. I’m thinking about the last time I was in Maryland–three years ago. How I had so much too say. So much too write. And how sometimes going back to a place that haunts you is the only way to find peace. Today I […]

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The evening news is killing me.


California is still burning. Florida is still deciding The Mexicans are still hiding. And wherever you go to worship, a synagogue or a bar, you better look over your shoulder and know your exits. After being pummeled by the evening news this past week, I found it hard to hope. I mean, it seemed every […]

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How serious am I about this writing stuff?


How serious am I about this writing stuff? When I got sick 5 years ago, and the prospect of death was suddenly real, I became obsessed with discovering my story. Who was I? What did I want to accomplish in life?  Can I find meaning in my suffering? Does my illness ostracize me or does […]

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I’m hungover.


I’m hungover. Except I haven’t had a drink almost 3 months. My head is pounding and I’m dizzy and nauseous as if it was 1999 and last night I chased a bottle of strawberry Boone’s Farm with 10 Natty Lights. I stagger to the shower. Shower. Towel off. Get changed. Get coffee, started feeling sorry […]

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The Danger of Not Telling Your Story


As a writer and a person with a degenerative brain condition, I often tumble into a state of what-will-they-say-about-me paranoia. A state where you hold your breath as you wrestle with the sinking feeling of eternal doom. What has helped me breathe and escape such doom is telling my story. I’ve learned that showing who […]

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It was both funny and painful to watch "Everything hurts."


Three days after the race and Cindy is walking as if she has a pair of wooden legs. “Everything hurts. My legs, my back, my ribs.” I stand at the kitchen sink and watch Cindy open the cabinet, reach for a glass, and wince. She draws a breath. “I should’ve trained for the race.” She […]

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The small moments have been the hardest The vertigo has been in my brain for 5 weeks


I’m lying on my back on the floor, staring at the ceiling, and I’m afraid to move. The vertigo has been in my brain for 5 weeks. And though symptoms have subsided enough for me to function, I still feel like I’m falling off a cliff every time I sit up or roll to my […]

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