In the Swim Again
The photo shows me (on the left) when I placed in my age group in one of the many open water swim races I competed in in the Hudson River […]
Non-Pharmacological Fixes
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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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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Visit Doctor. Start Sinemet. Write Poem.
Yesterday I saw my neurologist, who I think is the brightest star on this planet. We discussed many things, but there were two main outcomes for me. Note: If I’m wrong
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How Am I Doing?
Howdy, folks! As the next post on this blog will mark 100 posts since I started the website in mid-February, I thought I’d pull back a little and ask: How
The Sun in Poetry
The Sun Rising Busy old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch,
A Bloggy Day
There’s a raft of Parkinson’s disease blogs right here. Turns out the World Parkinson Coalition, whose upcoming Congress I recently blogged about, maintains an official list of blog partner sites.
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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Yetta Nother …
Yet another authority encourages people with Parkinson’s disease to exercise as a way to slow PD’s progression. Johns Hopkins’ website has a short article titled “Living with Parkinson’s: 5 Ways
The Sun in Poetry
Thought for a Sunshiny Morning It costs me never a stab nor squirm To tread by chance upon a worm. “Aha, my little dear,” I say, “Your clan will pay