Two Sonnets: Light and Dark
Both mediocre… The Hudson River flows into the sea. The tide thrusts back with all its mighty power. Swim a river race and you will see the current’s back-and-forth is […]
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Non-Pharmacological Fixes
Lounging at the Waldorf: Broadway Throwback
I had such a great, inspiring time at the Michael J. Fox Foundation research roundtable at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel this weekend that I couldn’t resist posting this segment from
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The Sun in Poetry
In a Breath To the Williamson Brothers High noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of motors. Women traipsing along in flimsy clothes
Throwback Thursdays Art
Every Thursday, as part of my personal “enriched environment” initiative, I post a piece of art, usually from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, which recently released online some 400,000 high-resolution
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Driving Test: Relieved, Exhausted
A major source of anxiety over the past month has been the driving test I take every year to confirm I can still drive safely as a Parkie. Last year
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Robin Williams. Lewy Bodies. Michael J. Fox. Parkinson’s. Me.
I think the recent statements by Susan Schneider, Robin Williams’ wife, about Williams’ suicide are off-the-wall, out-of-touch, and irresponsible. Williams killed himself on August 11, 2014, shortly after he was diagnosed with
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Throwback Thursdays Art
Every Thursday, as part of my personal “enriched environment” initiative, I post a piece of art, usually from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, which recently released online some 400,000 high-resolution
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Run With It!
Here’s another inspirational story of a Parkie, Jimmy Choi, who runs marathons. What’s especially fabulous is his turn around. After receiving his diagnosis, Jimmy threw in the towel. He didn’t
The Sun in Poetry (Palate Cleanser #2)
Hoar-Frost In the cloud-grey mornings I heard the herons flying; And when I came into my garden, My silken outer-garment Trailed over withered leaves. A dried leaf crumbles at a
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The Sun in Poetry (Palate Cleanser)
As an antidote to my dark sonnet yesterday, I offer this lighter poem about looking in the mirror and growing older. BTW my throbbing headache has segued into a cold. A
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