I was born in 1951. A lot can happen in sixty years and a woman can grow older in what feels like a flash. One minute you are thirty-five and have your whole life ahead of you.  Then, in a New York minute, you’re sixty, and convincing yourself[…]

Every family has a legacy.  Passed down through ancestors and on to us are continuations of family trusts, heirloom furnishings, or even good solid surnames. My own family legacy left me none of those things. It left the legacy of suicide. Long before I was born my grandmother[…]

For those of you who are new to my blog, a little bit of an explanation is in order. This is a memoir blog, meaning it is meant to be read in date order. This is the second go-round, so an older version of this post can be[…]

  In last week’s post, All the World Wide Web’s A Stage, I came to the end of the story of my life so far. I’m sure that there are still adventures ahead. I received a message from someone on LinkedIn this morning. She is another therapist. We[…]

I was pumped to the max. An IV drew a heavy-duty dose of steroids from a plastic bag and into my veins so my brain wouldn’t swell too much. I felt my thoughts levitating while my body beneath lie there, unable to move at all. But my mind…whew[…]

NOTE: This post is a continuation of an incident I relate in last week’s post, “An Incidental Finding.” I had received the diagnosis and the prognosis. Two neurosurgeons told me that the brain tumor was in the worst place a person can get one, and I was given[…]

That last semester at college seemed the longest one of all. Senioritis hit me just as hard as it hit all the eighteen to twenty-somethings aching to be done and on their way to the next big adventure. And it seemed I had saved some of my hardest[…]

It was May of 2001. A full year had gone by since I had fallen down the stairs, broken my neck, and gotten addicted to pain medication. I had spent so much time at home in bed that I felt isolated from friends and from participating in any[…]

On May 5, 2000, I fell down a flight of stairs and broke my neck. I wrote about that in my last post. Here is the rest of the story.   I woke with a start. My body was screaming with pain from the top of my head[…]

Most of the time, the thing that changes your life forever is not even something you spent any time worrying about. One small step can lead to a disaster. Thirteen years ago, on a particularly beautiful spring day in early May, I attended a community-wide tea for ladies.[…]