Very often, people ask me if I’ve recovered from my injuries. Just as often, I am genuinely stumped, clueless about…
The Big Chill
Early this morning, after a month-long hiatus, I lay my sore(y) back and butt onto Susan’s massage table. Despite my…
The Boldest Body Mold
It was to be an art project, an adventure in healing, unlike any other; one that she chose, with unflappable…
Up in the Air
I suppose this is what a groundhog feels like; coming up for air, every so often, out of her subterranean…
The Big(gest) Exam
It was a scene straight out of medical school; late-night cramming for a morning exam. Her (their) bed had morphed…
Our Bodies, Our Truths
The words we speak do not always convey our deepest thoughts or emotions; they may be filtered, uttered spontaneously and…
Swimming Lessons
It was not the atmosphere I was hoping to find, when I arrived at the pool this afternoon, with G…
Wise ‘n Wrinkled
Wisdom appears in our lives in many ways, at times clothed in a teacher’s uniform, a close friend’s advice, a…
The Sad Boob Story
In the beginning there was an acronym: LCIS, lobular carcinoma in situ. That would have been enough. Then a more…
A PAINting Experience
I spent all of last weekend surrounded by and immersed in a world of paint. Standing in front of blank…
Healing Pilgrim 