Check out a piece I wrote about my adventures in dentistry on The Mighty! I am so very excited to contribute to this wonderful website that shares first-hand accounts of what it is to live with rare diseases, chronic illness, mental illness, and crazy things that happen to us as human beings! Thank you to… Continue reading I Am One of The Mighty
Hello…Yes..I am putting the FUN in fundraising. Fun follows me wherever I go. On Sunday I am taking a cycling class to benefit research and awareness on Ovarian Cancer I’m fundraising to support the Ovarian Cancer Research Fund Alliance (OCRFA). Will you please support me and my efforts with a donation? Please give what you can.… Continue reading “Fun”draising for Ovarian Cancer Research
I’m starved for spirituality and yet everywhere I look there is nothing to nourish me…or so I thought. You need hope. You need to believe in some thing, but it is so hard to do that when your body is failing you and no one knows why. It is hard to keep some skin in… Continue reading 🎼 Ch-Ch-Changes: Spirituality Reboot
Mom, you are probably not going to love this one. The only way I know how to process my thoughts and emotions is through writing them down. It is the only way I know how to place my burden down and triumphantly walk away. I’m Tired… I’m tired of fighting I’m tired of putting on… Continue reading I’m Tired
The mother’s always come forward first. They are filled with apologies and explanations. “She’s shy.” “He isn’t feeling great today.” “She doesn’t love physical activities.” “This is new.” “He’ll come around once he sees everyone having a good time. This is how it always begins, but by the end of a social event for… Continue reading Transforming Fear Into Fun
Do I still have it? Do I still have the chops? or have I been writing too much sports news? Or will I really be able to let go and tap into my creativity? Are all my great writing days behind me? Was I good because my inhibitions, and anxious thoughts were tampered thanks to… Continue reading Do I Still Have It?
This is another poem I wrote in high school. I titled it “Front Clasp” because it is the only positive thing that I recall about the three days I spent in the hospital post-operation after a pharyngeal flap surgery completed when I was six years old. The memories of that surgery are disjointed. The poem… Continue reading Poem: Front Clasp
