I wrote this in my journal in 2021 and I read it again tonight and it made me think how relevant it still is so I’m going to copy and... Read More

No. I do not own the rights to this photo of the one and only Idris Elba so I am fully prepared for the copyright police to come after me... Read More

Holidays are the best. For this Fourth of July, I was fortunate enough to have not just the usual three-day weekend, but my French-company gives us a five-day weekend for... Read More

I first learned about compression socks during my first tour of duty at IPR (or InPatient Rehab for the luckily uninitiated) where I used my first wheelchair because they were... Read More

In my mind, it was the Buddha or some entity much more spiritual and lofty who told me, and you and everyone else, to be like the water. But it... Read More

The thing I seem to have forgotten about therapy is how much therapy sucks when you’re just getting started. Suck is normally an impactful enough word for something terribly awful... Read More

So very many things have gotten in the way of me writing more regular posts it’s hard to decide where to start with listing them, but the change that seems... 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

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