I don’t want to alarm anyone but I often talk to myself. I say, when caught in the act, I am talking to George, our little Yorkshire terrier but that’s not really the truth. I do sometimes talk … Continue reading →

    I know, that isn’t politically correct but I am not thinking or writing about those who suffer from mental illness. I am talking about those of us who suffer everyday who are driven off the radar by that … Continue reading →

DEADHEADING   According to the Oxford English dictionaries, there are many uses for the word “deadhead.” It can apply to a follower of the rock group the Grateful Dead. Most days I exemplify a non-existent group called the Grateful Alive. … Continue reading →

    This past week, America and the world lost a brilliant and inspirational figure in Dr. Charles Krauthammer due to cancer. He was a Harvard trained psychiatrist, a Pulitzer Prize winning columnist for his posts in the Washington Post … Continue reading →

  Learning, learning, all the time learning. Grammar school, middle school, high school, colleges, for me more than one; was not the end of learning. Life, God, the Force, somebody out there, I would like to issue a formal complaint. … Continue reading →

      My life lies scattered ‘bout me Puzzle pieces all about. No game did this, it happened When my life was just in route.   Each day I ’wake with pain, Is it possible you do, too? It … Continue reading →

    Most of the time, those of us who live with chronic pain befriend and are related to individuals who try to understand why we feel what we do, but not always. There seems to be an unwritten rule … Continue reading →

Oh, what the heck. I don’t always feel like little Ms. Sunshine and have my down times just like anyone with chronic pain. I can’t be the only one who gets fed up, disgusted, and totally exhausted with all this … Continue reading →

Spring has sprung. Bulbs are popping out of the soggy ground, peeking out of snowy mounds in some parts of the country and the neighbor’s cat has that certain look in her eye. The poets of old tell us in … Continue reading →

  Each morning over coffee or tea, my husband and I sit in our comfortable old living room enjoying our view of the neighborhood. Little George, our Yorkie, is either in his bed or in one of our laps, forever … Continue reading →