STORIES
The Ocean
My close colleague and friend, Claudia, who happens also to be a neurologist, reassures me as we Facetime one another.
Gratitude
A remarkably kind, compassionate, and accessible oncologist, Dr. Brian Shimkus confirms what I already know.
Morning Has Broken: Remembering Chris Sanders
The cliché turns out to be true. We are here for such a short period of time.
Empowered By Today
Yesterday is history with no promise of tomorrow.
Remembering
Things tend to stick upstairs early on in life.
Pop and His Spizzerinctum
"Spizzerinctum" has too long now languished from the vocabulary of people with Parkinson’s Disease.
On the Good Days and the Ones Not-So-Good
In my younger years, I was well all the time.
Concord
Emerson helps me see and re-see the importance of cultivating and maintaining trust.
Hoping
To counter this apathy, I had to be purposeful and intentional.
Making Music
“One of my regrets in life is that I never learned to play a musical instrument.”
Shrinking
They keep each other honest about their respective self-deceptions and gently push each other to confront their fears.
My Recent Conversation with Mel Dizon of the Davis Phinney Foundation
Getting to know Mel Dizon and others at the Davis Phinney Foundation is a highlight of my journey with Parkinson's.
Switching Tables
Our friendship was formed and nurtured through weekly meetings Jo’s coffee.
A Shaky Start
I remember that day thinking, ‘What the hey?!!!’
What I Don’t Miss
I want to share with you something else that I can thank Parkinson’s for.
Connecting the Dots
I wanted to be Lewis Thomas MD when I was in medical school.
An Update on Our Documentary: The Only Day We Have
Here is a clip of new footage with esteemed artist and muralist Federico Archuleta, or El Federico, of Austin, Texas.
Unfinished
The canvas may not be blank, but it nevertheless invites us to work on it...
Sturdier Joy
This is certainly not the life I thought I’d live.
Medial Epicondylitis and Other Joys
I went outside yesterday and picked up half a cord of cut firewood the tree trimmers left for me.
On Writing with Parkinson’s
I don’t just write to put words on paper.
Deciding to Trust
Her large, compassionate eyes blink slowly and in earnest just above her surgical mask.
The Long Hallways of Illness
As we sit together in the lobby, watching other cancer patients and their people come and go, I have an even deeper sense of the weight of illness.