Tag: writing

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) […]

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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 […]

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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 […]

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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 […]

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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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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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Life favors the brave


A student writes a fantastic piece of how their grandfather use to take them fishing on summer mornings. How standing on the bank, listening to the lake lap against the shore, under the morning sun they found peace. A peace they could not find anywhere else. Then winter turns and their grandfather dies. They write […]

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Thoughts from a Waiting Room


I’m sitting in a waiting room, waiting to get a brain MRI when Jim Croce’s “I’ve Got a Name” begins playing over the ceiling speakers. Like the pine trees lining the winding road I got a name, I got a name Like the singing bird and the croaking toad I got a name, I got […]

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Vertigo: A Month Later Learning from defeat


On August 9th the living room would not stop spinning. Lying down, sitting or standing it doesn’t matter. It was as if I’m strapped in a Tilt-a-Whirl. Closing my eyes helps a little. The spinning gets to my stomach but I’m hungry but I don’t want to eat. I feel like throwing up. I double […]

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