Bonni Brodnick Blog

  Max's input was par excellence as I edited the video of my book talk  at Bedford Playhouse.  

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It was really a thrill to be a "Featured Survivor" at the celebration of "100 Years of the American Heart Association" and "20 Years of 'Go Red for Women'" in NYC. Here is a shot of me and "My Hero" at the event.  

Next SATURDAY, APRIL 20, 3-5pm , I'll be reading from my book, "My Stroke in the Fast Lane: A Journey to Recovery," along with readings by my four other esteemed colleagues/authors. E ngaging conversations, wine & cheese. Please stop by & say hello!!  

W hen I was in the throes of Stroke Land, who would have thought that I would one day give an author talk at Bedford Playhouse?  Many thanks to the Playhouse for hosting the event. Thank you to Ken Marsolais (second row, far left), on the Playhouse Advisory Council, for making the initial introduction and for also introducing me to Stephanie Susnjara (top right), writer/editor/content strategist. She was key to helping me organize my thoughts when I still couldn't. The transcriptions of our interviews were a solid beginning to My Stroke in the Fast Lane. And how great was it to look at and see so many friends in the audience?!?  THANK YOU to all who came!  

Posted on Instagram by Bedford Playhouse this morning:     Go to Bedford Playhouse Author Talk for tickets.  (Weee-ohhh!!)

I would never have imagined this happening in my wildest dreams when I was in the throes of recovery from the stroke. At this big hoopla event in NYC celebrating  100 Years of the American Heart Association and  20 Years of Go Red for Women , I was thrilled and honored to be invited t o be part of their "Survivors' Wall."  They asked for a 150-word blurb t hat sums up my experience as a survivor, my connection to "Go Red for Women," and my message to others in the community. Here goes . . . "I was driving on Interstate 95 at 65 miles an hour when I had a stroke. (Everyone's worst nightmare!) I looked down and was mesmerized by my right hand shaking on the console. Luckily, my 86-year-old mother was in the car, grabbed the wheel, and crashed us on the side of the highway. I was left unable to walk or speak. In my memoir, ' My Stroke in the Fast Lane: A Journey to Recovery , '   I reveal what it is like to be in the body of someone who has suffere...