In my last blog post titled Brain Salad Surgery, I told you that something unexpected happened after I became addicted to, and subsequently “cold turkey’d” Oxycontin pain medication. I was in excruciating pain every waking minute of  every day. I didn’t think I could take much more. I often[…]

It was almost three o’clock in the afternoon before my eyes fluttered quickly, then opened. The artificial light in the intensive care unit at Brotman Medical Center in Culver City glared back at me. Disoriented,  I squinted up from the hospital bed. A smile backlit a face that[…]

I hear ya… As I am working on my memoir, I have had to ask myself a very serious question. What theme threads run through the tapestry of my life? Have I experienced things that I’ve learned from? How can this help my readers in some way? “It[…]

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.[…]