A Window Into My Soul

For a month I have worked hard to get rid of many possessions before I move to an independent living facility in Michigan.  A friend…

Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda, But Did I?

I “coulda” gone to the doctor when my leg pain escalated, but I didn’t want to miss a day of work. I “shoulda” gone to…

The Simple Pleasures of a Stroke Survivor

Looking back over my life, I had very complicated pleasures. But as a stroke survivor, I found that my preferences transformed into simple ones. Here are…

Open & Close Cereal/Bread One-handed

Opening and refolding the plastic bag inside a cereal box is a two-handed task.  I would have to use my teeth and my sound hand. …

COVID and the Rehab Facility: Talk About Clusterfuck

I found out from the Emergency Room doc–after I had fallen 3 times in 2 days from the lack of power in my stroke-disabled,  weak…

Down the Rabbit Hole

When I heard myself thinking about spelling errors before my alarm clock went off, I knew the social isolation of covid had sent me down…