Tag: writing

Where are we going? (And what’s the hurry?)


~This is a new post~ It’s 7:15 am and I’m driving to work and the silver SUV behind me is riding my tail. In the rear view mirror, I see a women with bright red lipstick in the driver’s seat motioning for me to move out of her way. I can’t hear her but she’s […]

Oranges (or raising a 10 year old)


~This is a new post~ An older woman with black-rimmed eyeglass and a red fedora is peeling an orange. Her unpainted and clipped finger nails strip away the dimpled skin. She didn’t know, or pretended not to care, that I was watching her peel and place both the skin and pith in a paper towel […]

How I spent my snow day (or trying to make a connection)


~This is a new post~ I totally nerded-out on my snow day. I spent the day writing a letter to Tim O’Brien– author of my favorite book, The Things They Carried. After some internet recon (sounds more upstanding than stalking) I found that Tim O’Brien currently teaches creative writing at Texas State University. In 2010, […]

A Therapy Story


If you’ve been keeping up this blog you probably know I started Vestibular Rehabilitation Therapy a few weeks ago. VRT is a form of therapy that uses exercise to improve gaze (eye movement) and gait (walking/movement).  My vestibular disorders, which are a result of cerebellar atrophy, vertigo (dizziness) and nystagmus ( involuntary rapid eye movement) […]

10 New Year’s Resolutions for Myself (as a Writer)


I know, I know…four days ago I told you I’m not a big fan of New Year’s resolutions. And I’m still not.  New Year’s resolutions seem cumbersome, unrealistic, and bi-products of a society that loves to tell you how to do you. But today, in a coffee-guzzling attempt to find something meaningful to write, I […]

My daughter becomes a writer


Last night I sat beside my daughter at the kitchen table has she did homework. Haley had to write an original story using her spelling words. She worked the pencil and finessed the spelling words into this cute little story about being a teenager ticket-taker at a roller coaster on the New Jersey boardwalk. She’s […]

Happy Thanksgiving


When I look at the world and its hulking mountains, its sandy beaches, its flowered fields, its distant stars–I realize the world has enough stuff. When I look at myself and my loving and supportive family, my messy but comfortable home, my refrigerator full of food, my shelf full of books– I realize I have […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]