My Sister Kate A friend pointed out to me that I always preface my sister this way; My Sister Kate. I could also say, My Crazy Sister Kate, and she would probably not mind. She called herself Crazy Kate when she was a giggling preteen. Laughing so hard that she would bring tears to her … Continue reading My Sister Kate
Health
Recognizing your own Madness
I was never officially diagnosed with anxiety/depression but once I was deep in, it seemed like the proper descriptive name. Unexpected surges of adrenalin at any time of day would leave my body exhausted and my nerves frayed. And then, the less I was able to sleep or eat, the more exhausted and shaky I … Continue reading Recognizing your own Madness
A Painful Topic, really Painful
A Painful Topic, really Painful While we were in the park yesterday my little one said “I don’t like any games when I am lying down and someone is standing over me because of this” and waved his hand delicately over his crotch area. I said, “Oh, I see”. He continued, “I don’t really like … Continue reading A Painful Topic, really Painful
Body Image, Nude Modeling and A Woman of Middle Age
When I was twenty and had a fabulous figure I worked as an artist’s model while studying at school. As a shy young girl I was embarrassed by my womanly body that brought me unwanted attention. Blossoming into a woman I transformed from a quiet plain-faced kid to a woman with long legs and pretty … Continue reading Body Image, Nude Modeling and A Woman of Middle Age
My Mom and Parkinson’s
I sent a letter to my mom the other week, on some pretty note paper that I found at a garage sale, with a nice stamp. In it I wrote of my childhood and how I remember her as a blur of movement, laughter, and storytelling. She was high spirited in her domesticity: we had … Continue reading My Mom and Parkinson’s
The Ring Finger
The Ring Finger It all began with a dehumidifier in an odd place and a glass jar of homemade granola, still warm,being carried from one corner of the kitchen to the other. Now I have a crooked finger, and if I do not stretch and massage and pull and aggravate that darn ring finger a … Continue reading The Ring Finger
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 