Couldn’t You Just Cry
It was May 25, 1986. I woke up on an overcast Sunday morning and put on some gym shorts, a boxy unisex t-shirt, and tied the laces on my pair of trusty sneakers. I will never forget my first pair of Nikes. I had them out of the box and on my feet before our…
Spatchcocked
I have recently taken an odd interest in the excessive number of cluck joints around town. You have the pleasure filled chicken churches with bumper to bumper drive thru lanes spilling out into traffic. There are the all-you-can-sauce sports spots with feathers flying out of the windows. They are raising hell, staying slim and crispy,…
The Pink Lady and The Panhandler
It’s been a while, eh? I made a little promise to myself. I am my own secretkeeper this time. Try telling yourself a hope-filled secret and tucking it into your pocket every once in a while. Not everyone needs to know your business. It’s fun. Last week I stopped at a red light after exiting…
50 Ways to Leave Your Lover.
Oh, hello there. You’re still here? Paying attention? Wow. We’ve always been here you say. I haven’t been. Hiding under a quilt of anxiety and overwhelm. Partly on purpose, partly without warning. The lobster set in a pot of tepid water and before long it’s boiled him. It has been real. And disorienting. And frustrating.…
The 17 year cicada.
May 22, 2020 Friday morning I woke up in the hospital, fingers and toes crossed that my biopsy would happen. Thursday had been a day of indulgent mental bingo. And a tad bit of gluttony. Hospital room service. I didn’t particularly have an appetite. But how can one pass up choosing an item from each…
I carried a watermelon.
May 21, 2020 My hospital phone rang and startled me. Hospital phones are funny and have a curly cord and big buttons. User friendly. Yet somehow I managed to hang up on the caller twice before figuring out how to answer this jitterbug. It was a med student in his hospital rotation. So I gathered,…
Hello.
So begins the adventure of telling my most recent story. This is a chapter I never thought I would write. But one that I am embracing and going to figure out as I go along. Writing has always been a secret love of mine. One I put on the shelf a long time ago. At…
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