A few months ago, I developed sciatica. A cortisone injection didn’t help. Nor did physical therapy. At one point I was almost incapable of dressing…
Like my mother and sister before me, I grew up burdened by a predilection for classic migraines. This was an embarrassment, because to be like…
On Easter Sunday, I drove to San Francisco.I wanted to have an adventure. I rook my time driving to the city, dawdling along the freeway…
The past few days, I have had mental arrhythmia. I mean that the rhythm of my thinking and my emotions has been out of whack….
As 2020 recedes into memory, I am struck again by the insight that this particular year is a watershed in the history of the world….
It is 5:55 P.M. and today I was supposed to publish a column for The Storming Bohemian Punks The Muse. And here I sit. Facing…
It seems like forever since I’ve been for long walks. In the early months of COVID isolation (begun just three days short of a year…
Some days, I just shut down. Climb into a personal manhole and pull down the lid. Wallow in the sewers of my psyche. These are…
I can’t imagine what life might be like for those who have never faced thoughts of suicide or periods of depression. But if offered such…
Living in America today is quite a bit like living with a terminal illness. Not that I have had a terminal illness (not to my…