The 4 AM moths

  Sleeping has never been difficult for me - more it's waking up that seems the challenge - but I find that as I get older, waking up at 4 in the morning is becoming a regular thing. I've even seen more than a few dawns lately, something I thought I'd left behind. More of…

Hug the world goodnight

Despite the metal sign over my door that reads "Laugh Out Loud", I'm not a fan of those stick on aphorisms, the endless "Live, Love, Laugh" painted bits of wood, the tiny segments of quotations that are so bland as to make them meaningless. Bit I do have a yearning for little bits of poetry,…

Losing my boss

One of the little things that we folks with MS have to deal with often is the residue of the minimal (or more) brain damage caused by the lesions and inflammation of the disease. For me, it's all about my boss-brain. Executive functions, they call them. I used to have them, once upon a time.…

Wandrin’ Star

By now probably all of you have seen the ad by Amazon, with the tousle-haired man and his dog with the broken leg. It's sweet but the song attached to it seems an odd choice (well, except that the dog wants to wander and can't, poor wee thing). It's catchy, though and sticks in the…

Losing my voices

Some of my pals tell me they are visual types, focused on how a thing looks to determine how they feel about it, or him or her. Not me. I'm a voice gal. I used to swoon regularly listening to Long John Baldry's deep voice, especially his "Oh, Baby!" on "You've lost that Loving Feeling".…

Returning to modesty

I picked up this book the other day - bought it new! Thought it might have some pertinence in our lives of TMI, loudness, lack of privacy or respect, rape culture writ large and small. Well. It's not that the author is a nutter, exactly. I mean, she does have some good points about modesty…

The end of an era

There's something terrifically sad about the end of a generation, that moment when the last of a set of siblings pass away and you realize, with shock, that there is no one left who truly remembers your parents as kids and you forgot or were too busy or wrapped in your own details to ASK…

Moving on

Just listening to Stan Carew on Weekend Mornings - he plays the best music and woke me this morning with a rousing fiddle tune by Natalie McMaster. I'm feeling my toes tap under the covers as I sluggishly awaken. But the song spoke to me. Lately I've heard from a quite a few people who…

Pseudopods

I love amoebas. They hang around in mucky water and do all sorts of tidying up activities. They can also hang out in your gut, and that's extremely unpleasant, but left to their own devices, they are interesting little creatures, moving around their environment, one pseudopod at a time. They grow and reproduce. They have a…

How will I know?

Oh, sometimes I hate being a grownup. See, when you're a kid, you can spend hours gazing off into the distance and dreaming romantic dreams of life with your dreamboat, think about hours spent together, laughing as you walk along some mountain trail or canoeing down some whitewater river together. I remember spending hours and…