September 2013

Potty humor

September 23, 2013

Colonoscopy. There, I said it. I am now at an age where it is unavoidable. I have been doing those fecal hemoglobin (read “poo”) tests in the privacy of my own home for several years now, but now I have no choice, I am told. It is time to let some young bum specialist delve […]

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Hot air

September 23, 2013

I walk into the locker room at the gym and head for the least-populated locker alcove. In the one I choose, thankfully there is only a woman of around my age. She is standing still, staring down disconsolately at the shiny varnished surface of the wooden bench where we all put our stuff. As I […]

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Everything means something

September 15, 2013

She opens the closet and steps inside to consider what to wear. Her clothes are neatly put away. A place for everything and everything in its place. She stands looking at the rack filled with her pants, shirts, skirts and dresses, each category grouped together and arranged by color. She walks along slowly, sliding each […]

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Albert taps a cigarette from his pack

September 9, 2013

He slides it out between finger and thumb and slips it between his lips. He flicks open the Zippo lighter given to him 15 years ago by his father who had used it at least 20 times a day for 45 years before he succumbed to the disease that killed him. It was not cancer, […]

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Black as a crow’s wing

September 9, 2013

In my heart Something black Black as a crow’s wing Flaps with the slow Ineluctable Beat of death Up Down Rhythmic Hypnotic Stirring the wind of change As it flaps Crosses over Through a shaft of light Flashes white For a second Like life Then gone Sinks to its nadir Disappears Against the black Of […]

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A fairytale

September 8, 2013

Once upon a time there was a baby who was born with a profoundly challenging disability. It was a disability no-one could see, because she was a baby who was born in perfect health. She was pink, chubby, and alert, already interested in the world around her. It was how she came out of her […]

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The place where wings unfurl

September 3, 2013

The place where wings unfurl is the place where I can let myself fly. And flying is less a physical matter than an emotional one. Even after all these years, I’m still learning to fly. Unfurling my wings, stretching them to their full capability, flapping them a couple of times to make sure they’re still […]

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Horse

September 2, 2013

I had a horse. He was a thoroughbred and I was sixteen, blonde, wide-eyed and clueless. He was the second horse I owned. The first one was a pony, Smoky, and he was small, gentle and easy for a young girl to ride. My second horse, Max, was sensitive, tall for a horse, highly bred […]

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Triumph

September 1, 2013

I am about to attempt something I have never done before. I start with a blank sheet of paper and then violate it by making it messy with gray paint. Even though I want the result to be something quite precise, I start with a mess. If I can paint over a mess and, in the […]

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Today’s chief complaint

September 1, 2013

Today’s chief complaint is just the same as yesterday’s chief complaint and it is always about something missing. Lack is often hard to define and ends up being a feeling attributed to something that takes the place of something not there. Like the figure-ground images that look like a jug one way and a face […]

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