I am not my disease. Which is an odd thing to say for a girl who writes nearly exclusively about MS.. I wish I could say there are days I don't think about it at all. Carefree, that's me! There are times, however rare, that the disease hides in the dark crevices of my mind,… Continue reading More than MS
Month: February 2011
The days are just packed
What a whirlwind of a week. And not in a bounding giddily through the snow, catalog life sort of way. More like in a flirt with death driving to work in the snice, then come home and feel deflated/defeated kind of way. I think snow days and shorter days make me sullen. A far cry… Continue reading The days are just packed
Snow going
I'm in one of those professions in which you always come to work, rain, sleet, snow, tornado, flood, tsunami, hurricane, earthquake, end of times. In fact, we tend to run toward the disaster instead of away from it. Of course, our intrepid reporters do more of that. I just have to make it into the… Continue reading Snow going
Resilience
Today, I saw a squirrel take a 30-foot tumble from a tree and spring back up as though nothing had happened. Why can't I be built that way? Sans the bushy tail, natch, but sturdy like that. And able to scamper up trees. (Even as a kid, I was terrible at that particular activity. Oh,… Continue reading Resilience
Heroes, or how I came to like Montel Williams
Everyone could use a good dose of inspiration now and again. I find it in nature, in words, in music (but not Words & Music), in other people overcoming challenges large and small to make an impact in their little corner of the world. And now, I find inspiration in a certain former daytime TV… Continue reading Heroes, or how I came to like Montel Williams
Woman’s best friend
Part of me wishes I could have a companion dog. Ella, our lab mix, would need quite a bit of training and coaxing and treats, but I'm confident that she is the perfect pup for the job. We've been best buds ever since I got her for Nick way back in 2001. She'll be 10… Continue reading Woman’s best friend
Not waving but drowning
I'm getting terrifyingly good at masking my struggles with multiple sclerosis. So adept I even hide them from myself. Never underestimate the potency of denial. My carefully constructed facade isn't impenetrable. There are several chinks in my armor, but usually only those closest to me see them, as night sets in and I can barely… Continue reading Not waving but drowning
Boy crazy
* UPDATE* Signing day went fine, save for a few hiccups. But the more I work, the less I feel that I can keep up this pace. The occasional 12-hour day is fine, but I've had more than I care to remember. Part of it is me, but part of it is the job. I… Continue reading Boy crazy
Dancing in the rain
Sweet sentiment, but have you ever really tried it? What a load of hooey. You get wet, and depending on the season, cold. And it might ruin your shoes. Definitely your hair. Maybe I'm too macabre for my own good, but for me it conjures up a scene from Bram Stoker's Dracula that, after our… Continue reading Dancing in the rain
One, Wild & Precious 