-
Writing “The Dis”
By the time we are thirty years old, we know it’s true: all our abilities are temporary. Our physical and cognitive skills decline, at an ever-increasing pace, as if with a will of their own.
-
Resurrection
Dear Reader, I have missed you. The twin sisters of winter, Cold and Darkness, sneaked up on me last December with their claws. Now I find myself emerging, like a crocus from the ground, renewed with hope, a participant in the rising fragrance of spring.
-
Turnabout and the Common Cold
Turnabout is fair play. That’s what one of my physician mentors, Ken O’Neill, told me. In essence, sharp, witty replies are acceptable, even when they flash some teeth.
-
Day 90 on the Gravanok
It’s been three months today since we set sail with Captain TAT. The boys-a are becoming men-ya. There have been no fistfights in over a week, and we’ve had no deaths, despite the two who went overboard in shark-filled waters.
-
Rescue is Coming for Those Who Suffer with Chronic Pain
To the young woman, utterly lost and sore-afraid, imprisoned in the Underground, I say, “Hold on!” To the old man, desperate with pain and blinded by the darkness, I say, “I am coming.” Listen for my voice and follow me. I am heading out of this wicked place in due time.
-
No Ifs, Ands, or Butts
There’s a part of the human anatomy, much maligned, ever since Forrest Gump got shot in the hind quarters, which he referred to plainly as his “but-tocks.”