Over 20 years ago, I wrote a novel with the working title, “Center of the Universe,” although the title of the novel changed as many times as its premise. In some ways, that story is still being written but it will never be a novel because it never was. Oh, it reached the requisite number... Continue Reading →
A Slow Fusion Is Better Than None
No matter the purpose of my appointment with the neurosurgeon, the conversation always comes down to autoimmune disease. Today’s visit was no different. This is the same neurosurgeon’s office that--a few weeks ago--rescheduled my appointment without telling me. Beyond that, there was an additional conversation about another scheduling error. However, we all showed up today... Continue Reading →
The Thaw of Thought
When I am tired the whole world is in winter, frozen or about to deep-freeze. Today, storm Stella is pounding its way through the Northeast. I can only imagine. Here in the southeast there is a cold sunshine with wind, 40° temperatures. More than enough winter to freeze over my slough of despond. The ego... Continue Reading →
History for All the Wrong Reasons
Historic years do not always bring out the best in humanity. Sometimes, they feel like history for all the wrong reasons, like 2016. It was not a year of good manners, so little reverence for life on either side of the chasm that divides this country and increasingly, the world. Last year’s words belong to last year’s... Continue Reading →