Magic #7

It’s barely six songs into the set list and I’m already winded. But this is exactly what I expected from my eighth time seeing Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band live in concert, this time promoting their Magic album. I always tell my friends and family that if I could afford it, I’d buy tickets for all of them just so they could experience the nearly three hours of rock and roll insanity that ensues each time Springteen and his New Jersey-based posse take the stage. Ten musicians together. At the same time. Controlled rock and roll chaos that only Bruce...

The Fine Art of Shooting Myself

A post by a fellow blogger on her site “Losing It” motivated me to post this essay I wrote for my creative nonfiction writing class. Enjoy! It seems like years ago that I anxiously investigated how to go about shooting myself. The information was all right there in front of me. Books. Brochures. Videos. Each included a map of the human body that highlighted the areas where it would be most effective to do the shooting. Empty silhouettes of the body that had betrayed each of us with MS now forced to sit there reading said books and brochures and watching the...

A good pair of black pants

Whether you are male or female, you probably have heard about the all-important “little black dress,” well for me, an outfit starts with “a good pair of black pants.” It has been a little over eight years since I’ve driven a car. Hate that, but I accept it. Been almost that long since I’ve walked. Yep, that stinks, but considering my disease, life could be much worse. Have to have help in the restroom. That one is hard to accept, but I do –begrudgingly. Again, it could be worse. However, there is one thing in my life that M.S....

The bathroom floor imprinted on my face

Yes, on my face. Couldn’t have happened at a worse time. Or so I thought. Right there on a break from my class, Dan was helping me to pivot in the Anspach Hall bathroom and SMACK! Profanity! Profanity! Profanity! And Tears … tears … tears. And that wasn’t just me. I heard profanity and tears coming from Dan too. It was frightening, fast and so sudden. I couldn’t even lift my head off the tile. I didn’t want to even move and I was face down on a public bathroom floor. That’s how bad it hurt. This was supposed to be a standard trip to the bathroom. Same as we...

Becoming the bat man

In the spirit of Halloween this past weekend and Springteen’s upcoming Nov. 16 release of recordings stored away in the vaults for years, we felt inspired to share this essay that appeared in the Spring 2002 issue of InsideMS. We have never directly featured this creepy story (it still freaks Dan out!) on our home page. Enjoy! It began in mid-October when my hands, chest and feet started feeling numb. The numbness, of course, was my penance for being a weekend athlete and stretching my body to the point that I had pinched a nerve. I needed to have my doctor take a...