Nighttime is alive with sound here at the Hidden Falls Home for Wayward Women. Nighttime is the sound of a million unseen creatures coming in through my open windows. I... Read More

Here’s the thing. I know the number 4 isn’t particularly lucky and I also know that usually one lucky number is followed by a not-so-lucky number and I’m already mentally... Read More

The thing is, I’m really not sorry. I mean I am sorry but I don’t want to be sorry. I wish I could stop myself from feeling sorry because it’s... Read More

When I decided to go for this new approach to my treatment, I made some promises to myself. Maybe they were more like challenges that I presented to myself than... Read More

Greetings from the Slog Fest. I stole that term, Slog Fest, from a very good and reliable internet friend, who I’ve actually met once in real life, who I actually... Read More

  It’s been a little more than two full years since I was officially diagnosed with multiple sclerosis on December 1, 2015. The contents of this entire blog are a... Read More

One time, quite a while back, I had my heart broken pretty badly. Correction, that one time in particular, I had my heart crushed to smithereens not by being left... Read More

Stanley is my cane. I dubbed him Stan upon looking upon him for the first time. I use his more formal name when I’m displeased with him. You see, I... Read More

You probably already knew that. MS is a mean, relentless, ironic disease. It’s actually one of my most obvious observations since this whole wacky ride began almost two years ago... Read More

By now, if you’ve read anything of this blog you know that I am a daily writer. I’ve written in a journal for over 20 years. I have stacks and... Read More