Life is uncertain. Biker Joe is now relearning to walk. The political climate is unsure. Yesterday I watched in amazement as Joe – who has progressed from wheelchair to walker to learning to walk with a cane – took his first independent steps since August, 2016. With...
“Be strong,” I was told. Often. Ad infinitum. Almost Ad nauseam The advice sounded fine and intelligent, but just what, exactly, did it mean? Does being strong refer to not crying? If that is the case, I most certainly was not consistently strong during the pinnacle...
Their first ever hospital visit and the two little boys, ages five and eight, were ushered into Boopah’s room to view him lying in bed: barely able to walk or speak after suffering a series of strokes. As I studied their faces, trying to discern just what might be...
“You must give up the life you planned in order to have the life that is waiting for you.” ~ Joseph Campbell “I hate my life” No, that’s not me speaking. My life is lovely just as it is. I am quoting the oft written or spoken phrase that comes from someone whose...
2016. One heck of a painful year for so many, and one in which Joe and I faced the challenge of our lives. Literally. It was in May of 2016 that Joe’s speech became halting, slurred, showing that something was amiss in his central nervous system. Yet, we didn’t...