And all through my brain, were thoughts most unwelcome that may drive me insane. I in my pajamas worn for 27 days my aide in her scrubs, packed up my... Read More

More like everything old is old again, if I’m honest. I’m back at the beginning. A very fine place to start, or so said Fraulein Maria, but I’m almost certain... Read More

So I’m writing on my phone again because I’m coming to you live and direct from the West Penn Hospital Inpatient Rehab Unit (aka IPR for us frequent flyers) and... Read More

I’ve been putting off writing this post for a while now. And now that I’m finally writing it, and on my phone of all things, I’m not sure how eloquent... Read More

When it all gets to be too much, I tend to go quiet. This is a repeating fact that I cannot deny. There was a time when busting out a... Read More

When I first moved into my current house, about a year or so after my husband died when we were both 30, I found myself in a strange spot. I... Read More

I’m sitting here looking at friends’ pictures on Instagram of their super fun long holiday weekend plans, thinking about my family who have gathered at my niece’s new house for... Read More

It’s odd to me how easy it is to forget what it feels like to be home again after a long hospital stay. I mean, I’ve been home now for... Read More

I’ve been avoiding you. To be more accurate, I’ve been avoiding me too. I’ve been trying to pretend I’m OK and hoping that it will eventually stick and them I’d... Read More

All I can think about on this most auspicious of nights, is “here we go again.” After a little more than a month in the hospital I’m about to be... Read More