Cane Mutiny
I peeked out our front door and saw what the UPS delivery person had set down leaning against…
Another Step
When I went to see my physical therapist this week, it was the first time I’d driven since…
Maybe it’s too complicated
I opened my physical therapy session this week by telling the therapist I had been alive and breathing…
Fairy Feet Revisited
The siding crews are still banging away, though thankfully they have moved on from our townhome. Since the…
Passing Clouds
I just woke up from a forty-five-minute nap I managed to take even though workers were pounding on…
Befriending My Belly
One of my readers asked what accreditation I was preparing for and I thought if one person was…
Change
I keep coming back to the question of what writing about aging actually means to me. I haven’t…
What’s the Hurry?
“Where are you going?” my teacher said sharply to me. “What are you doing?” After five years of…
3 paragraphs for faithful readers
As summer slips away, I want to connect with you. Here are the first three paragraphs from my…