Lying in bed at home after brain surgery gave me plenty of time to think and reflect. For most of my life,  it seemed I had been running from something. At times I felt I could draw a breath and skate awhile, then something would happen that would[…]

The day following brain surgery, I continued to take stock of my condition. I had lost all hearing in my left ear. My left eyeball was catawampus…with the pupil turned toward my nose. I saw two of everything unless I closed one eye. I could still hear my[…]

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[…]

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[…]

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[…]

What does a neglectful childhood in an alcoholic family, a stint in juvenile hall, The Beatles, gang-bangers and prostitutes, teen marriage and motherhood, the state mental hospital, gang rape, life on the streets, rock and roll and a decade of drug abuse, battering, serious mental illness, the suicides[…]

A chance meeting through a friend of a friend.  Our eyes met across a crowded room (well, I think there were five of us).  Soon we became the perfect little hippie couple.   At the end of it all,  I would be completely mad.  It would take a decade[…]