The Day I Accidentally Thought I Was A Police Officer

Set the scene: It’s lunchtime on a zippy little summer’s day. I’m driving home from swinging kettle bells in the appropriate black spandex attire, kinda zoned out from trying to get my lymph system moving. And even more zoned out from Lyme disease in general and the...

Dear Music

I am forty-two years old, and as I sit here at the computer thinking back on music, the past unravels behind me like a wild tangle of string lost down the mountain of my life, whirling and bouncing and racing out of sight so fast my eyes can’t follow where it goes. I...

Love and Determination

It’s a blurry shot, but this past weekend I took my son on a hike to a fantastic waterfall. We climbed over slick fallen logs and waded through cool, fresh water. The air smelled warm and wild. He doesn’t know I have lyme disease. I can’t bear to...

The Thin Man

Last month I took a weekend trip on the Amtrak train. It was my first time riding in uncounted years, and that morning I excitedly snapped pictures as I watched new sights rush away through the window. On the journey home the train arrowed through the black of night,...