Since I failed reconsidered and revised my goal to post daily this month, I was challenged to figure out how to name this post. It didn't seem right to call it "Day 12" or "Day 13" in sequence after "Day 11," which posted May 12 (because I missed May 1). And it was too odd to… Continue reading Brain Tumor Awareness Month, Day 19
Yesterday, I was so busy enjoying Mothers Day, I forgot to write a daily post, which ruined my perfect record so far this month. Now I don't know what to call this day, so I've dubbed it "Day X." The truth is, I didn't enjoy all of Mother's Day. I enjoyed when my son… Continue reading Brain Tumor Awareness Month. Day X.
Pylocytic astrocytoma was one of the words I introduced in my Day 8 post. It’s the type of brain tumor my son has—benign and slow-growing. An MRI revealed it when Matt was 11. The doctors didn’t know how long it lay hidden in his brain; it could have been there since birth. I often wonder… Continue reading Brain Tumor Awareness Month, Day 10.
It’s amazing, when you get a diagnosis for which you were unprepared, how quickly your lexicon expands. Pilocytic astrocytoma and hydrocephalus and third ventriculotomy were three of the mouthfuls added to our vocabulary when our son Matt was diagnosed with a brain tumor. In the following years, neuropsychological testing and 504 Plan and TBI joined… Continue reading Brain Tumor Awareness Month, Day 8.
I’ve been finalizing a draft of my memoir manuscript—version eleventy-nine thousand or so—and I needed to clarify some dates and facts. So, this morning, I dragged down a blue-lidded bin from the attic. I wanted Matt’s report cards and school work from third grade, when he was eight. That was the year his behavior and… Continue reading Brain Tumor Awareness Month, Day 7.
Brain Tumor Awareness Month, Day 5. You know that book for job hunters, What Color is Your Parachute? It’s a classic, by Richard N. Bolles. Award winning. In print since 1970. Ten million copies sold in 28 countries. Translated into 20 languages. Blah, blah. I read it way back, after college. Really it was more… Continue reading When grey matter is the color of your parachute.
Today, May 3, 2018, my son Matt starts a new job. He's 31 and has been on his own for awhile, so it may not sound like a big deal, but it is. It’s a big deal because there were times when my husband Michael and I didn’t know what to expect of our son's… Continue reading Brain Tumor Awareness Month, Day 2
It's a rainy spring day here, which reminds me of my true earthworm story that I shared last year. You can read it below. I'm amazed to see that I left out a critical part of the story, about why I left my job, a decision prompted by earthworms. (Yeah, just read the story.) It's… Continue reading Earthworms have it so great.
Today, I'm expanding my writing world by attending a session of the New York State Writers Institute to hear Cokie Roberts, illustrious journalist and broadcaster, speak on Writing about Women's History. The only women's history I plan to write about is my own, but I'm happy for the opportunity to connect with other writers. If… Continue reading When in need, a friend beats technology.
I know—that’s a mouthful—maybe not the best introduction to this quick post (yes, another one) about living a simple life, but it’s so meaningful, I had to tell you. A few days ago, I had a final draft ready of this essay: My aha! moment. The gift of a simple life. I scheduled it to… Continue reading Serendipitous simplicity