March 9, 2021

Featured on MEDIUM: "Stroking Through Water Aerobics"

 


"I felt weightless as I scuttled to the edge of the pool. With my speech at a new, slow cadence that I had trouble getting used to, I explained to the water aerobics teacher that I had a stroke.

So, if I was a little slow with the lunges, twists, and v-kicks . . . "

                               

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February 3, 2021

On MEDIUM: "How a Stroke Straightened My Priorities: Gratitude Lights the Way"


       "It was Easter Sunday morning almost four years ago. I was picking up my then 86-year-old mother and bringing her to my place for the afternoon. On the way home, while driving on Interstate-95, I had a stroke. I wasn’t feeling stressed. I had no numbness or weakness in my face, arms, or legs. I was fit and healthy. I wasn’t stressed, confused, lightheaded, or dizzy. I didn’t have a headache. The truth was, I FELT NOTHING.  ..."

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"How a Stroke Straightened My Priorities: 

Gratitude Lights the Way."




January 25, 2021

On MEDIUM: "Mid-Pandemic, Everybody’s Doing It: Talking on the Phone is Cool Again"

 

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Mid-Pandemic, Everybody's Doing It: 

Talking on the Phone is Cool Again




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January 21, 2021

On MEDIUM: "Let's Show Some Appreciation: Celebrate SQUIRRELS on Their Own Special Day"

 

Photo by Yiran Yang on Unsplash

Just when you thought the Biden-Harris inauguration ceremonies were enough of a high for one January 20th, don’t put away the champagne glasses just yet. 

On January 21 -- every year -- it's Squirrel Appreciation Day.


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January 12, 2021

PANDEMIC FATIGUE: What Day Is It?

 

Photo: Bonni Brodnick

I woke up this morning feeling paralyzed. Unable to move. Wondering, “Why does it feel like the beginning of the pandemic? In early-March 2020, when all the world stopped and we were forced to close down our lives and go into lockdown? When it was sort of adventurous to have my husband work from home every day. When there was that video that went viral showing how to wipe down groceries and rid them of Covid germs. Packages just delivered were either left outside or in the car for a few days until they were safe. You had to order toilet paper from Amazon.

At first it was a treat to eat in front of the TV every night. I’d make dinner, set the trays, and my husband and I would sink into the latest recommended episode or movie on Netflix, Hulu, or prime video. (Remember in the beginning of the pandemic it was de rigueur to watch “Tiger King” — the Netflix special where [true story] a zoo owner spirals out of control in a murder-for-hire story from the underworld of big cat breeding.)

March blurred into April. The weather got warmer and it was summer. Picnics, BBQs, and cocktails were resurrected. We could see family and friends if masks were worn and there was six-feet distance between you, them, and the potato chips.

Then the cold came. And it’s back to the monotony of one day following the next, with nothing to differentiate them.

The other day I went (masked, of course) to the hardware store. The clerk said, “Have a good weekend!”

Weekend? Was it a Friday again? I thought it was a Monday. Or a Wednesday.

“Oh, gee, thanks!” I said, wondering if the gusto in my voice sounded fake. “You, too.”

But Covid vaccines are finally here. As people are saying, “There’s light at the end of the tunnel.” The news, though, is dire all around. The surge of the pandemic is higher in some areas than it was last March. Emergency rooms are over-run and front-line workers suffer from exhaustion. First there was the anxiety about the election, that was over, and now there’s the news about the coup at the Capitol, the resignations of people in the Cabinet, and the upcoming inauguration. (Can’t it just be virtual?)

“At least we know that we won’t be experiencing this next winter,” said a friend. He was right. By next January, my dreams will come true to resume travel, go to jazz clubs, Broadway shows, concerts, and PARTIES!! With no masks!

But for now, I am feeling paralyzed with fear and anxiety. How about you?




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