The Windmills of My Mind

I feel that I am surrounded. Surrounded by silence where even my voice is not heard. I have never excelled at verbal skills, whether this be the reason for my being an introvert or the result of being one. And the more my verbal skills deteriorated, so did my social skills, until they became almost […]

Writing ourselves into oblivion

“I don’t want to get up. I can’t go on like this,” my character said, lying in the bed I had written for him. “How do you get up in the morning?” he asked me. “I pretend that I am you.” “How does that help?” “For a moment nothing appears real.” Ah, the luxury of […]

Here’s looking at you, kid.

In my early years I like the early summer mornings, stepping out of the shower to feel the cool breeze on my naked skin. Slowly letting my body air dry. This is my hour, not to be shared with anyone else as I move through the house, still dripping wet. A few days ago, while […]

The gift that keeps on taking

They say, “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.” But when Michael J. Fox deemed Parkinson’s disease to be a gift, many people – especially those suffering from the disease – took offense at his choice of words. Nonetheless, Michael continued to describe Parkinson’s as a gift, but with the following clarification: “Because Parkinson’s […]