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Eventually I’ll write a refined sonnet. In the meantime, bear with me as I learn from my many mistakes. Here’s a sophomoric meditation on anxiety. Great artwork once again from […]
Eventually I’ll write a refined sonnet. In the meantime, bear with me as I learn from my many mistakes. Here’s a sophomoric meditation on anxiety. Great artwork once again from […]
My meds have changed slightly. Last week I visited my neurologist, who increased my Sinemet dosage to 4 pills a day instead of 3. Everything else is the same. I
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I’m sorry. I wrote another sonnet. My Secret Life When I’m healthy, I don’t feel so old. This happens when I work out often. I’d like to note I work
Would You Please Stop? Read More »
Parkies are supposed to stay well-hydrated. That’s why I bought the large blue Contigo water bottle to take to work. I fill it with water and a spritz of
What’s Wrong With This Picture? Read More »
I had a slew of medical appointments in Manhattan today. This sonnet emerged while I was riding the train into the city. En Route to Some Doctor Appointments I have
Enough With The Sonnets Already! Read More »
For over a year I attended a monthly open-mic literary night at the home of Scarlett Antonia. She held the event on the first Friday of the month in her
Sonnet for Scarlett’s Salon Read More »
This weekend I competed in the swimming portions of two triathlons to raise awareness of, and funding for research into, dystonia and Parkinson’s disease. All proceeds will go to the
Triathlon Triumph Times Two! Read More »
Walking Uptown Minus Your Next Dose of Sinemet Your legs give out…and then Manhattan grows. The blocks get longer…stretch ahead unbroken… You limp and know that all the city knows
What? Another Sonnet Already? Read More »
In March, 2003, shortly after my 50th birthday, I climbed to the top of Mt. Kilimanjaro, Africa’s tallest peak, courtesy of my extravagantly generous and fun-loving friend, Bill Harwood. The
A Different Kind of Kili Read More »
Appointment w/ My Neurologist “Have you fallen yet?” she always asks, In her gorgeous scarf and white lab coat. “Been feeling dizzy? Spit caught in your throat? Frustrated that you can’t do
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