The Post-Therapy Blues

My Shadow By Robert Louis Stevenson I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump…

My husband began to go deaf about five years ago. When confronted with that fact his response was, essentially, that it didn’t bother him. Never mind that it was an apparent bother to most folks who spoke to him. For me, though, it felt particularly dreadful because every time I…

I got off to a slow start in life. I was born not breathing — the result of the “Twilight Sleep” my mother had been given so she wouldn’t even know what was going on, let alone feel it. Then I got TB… right off the bat. So did my…

I got off to a slow start in life. I was born not breathing — the result of the “Twilight Sleep” my mother had been given so she wouldn’t even know what was going on, let alone feel it. Then I got TB… right off the bat. So did my…

It’s Mother’s Day. I’m awake. I just opened the exquisitely perfect gift my daughter sent me which I have kept right next to my bed for days now, looking forward to treasuring the undeserved love I get from her. I will not hear from my son because I have not…

Timing, they say, is everything… well, timing and maybe a few other things. Back in ’96, while on a visit to a clothing-optional resort with my second husband, I was standing, chatting with him, at the far end of the resort’s very large dining room. Over by the doors that…

“Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.” I got to hear that prayer every night of my childhood, even when it was the babysitter putting me down…

I may not be sitting on the top of the world, but I am sitting on top of the loveliest, heavily treed, too-big-to-be-a-hill but too-small-to-be-a-mountain that a person could imagine, living in a delightfully unique home built by a delightfully unique (if sometimes crazy-making) individual. In short, I generally feel…

I have a wedding to attend this coming September. To me, what this means, is that I have to “dress up” to go somewhere. This never makes me happy. I was never a “girly-girl,” not even as a girl. Clothes-wise I have never been drawn to “pretty,” and have always…