Fake Future Fracas Averted

Fake Future Fracas Averted

Pardon this humble brag as entry to a blog post: My husband and I have pro-level social skills. Part of this expertise comes from our careers. His as a sales and marketing manager and mine as a speech-language pathologist. We can read body language, note tone of...
“I’m fine…”

“I’m fine…”

“I wish I could fix you,” is my husband’s frequent lament. The ache in his heart is palpable. There’s nothing nonchalant about his fervent wish or desire to heal me, end my pain. He extends his hand and his heart fully. I wish it, too....
Who I Used to Be

Who I Used to Be

My husband and I attended a party to celebrate a longtime friend’s 80th birthday recently. We hadn’t seen many of the potential attendees for a decade – more or less – because we’d switched churches; such is the cycle of life. I...
January 7 was not a good day… for me and many

January 7 was not a good day… for me and many

Four weeks ago at around 4:00 p.m., my health mythology about my ongoing involuntary muscle spasms blew up. A co-occurring disaster, the massive, multiple fires in LA County blew up almost simultaneously. Going forward for me as an individual would never be the same,...
“I’m fine…”

Stay Safe!

“Stay safe!” Family members in Elsewhere USA universally said as they checked on our proximity to the Armageddon-like fires on the news. I know they meant well, but they’re unable to comprehend the immensity and score, no matter how many metrics I...
Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner

Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner

We – the majority of Americans who voted last week, not me, myself, or I –  just elected a guy who’s fine with the climate crisis and increasingly drastic swirls of weather, children and teachers getting shot in school, with no Department of...