memoir monday – the rollerblading incident

It was a balmy June evening, and I had an itch to get out. After strapping on my rollerblades, the ones that always reminded me of downhill ski boots, I waddled gracefully across the front lawn, through the gravel by the mailbox, and down the neighborhood road to the...

memoir monday – comforting compress

I leaned heavily on her forearm as she escorted me through the dental surgeon’s office door.  In a blurred haze, I shuffled across the hot asphalt of the parking lot until she eased me into the passenger seat of the waiting car. How I got from the car to the couch...

a memoir – the day i almost died

It’s the closest I’ve ever come to dying. The setting:  The Kern River of Southern California, Class III/IV whitewater rapids. I was a teenager in high school, out from Michigan with my younger sister, my dad and his girlfriend, to visit my elder sister and her fiance...