Hmm, what’s today’s date?” he asks before writing the date on the huge stack of paperwork. I answer that it is February 20. “Not bad, let’s see,” he shuffles through the paperwork. “Ordered this on November 4, that means it’s been a little more than three months. Really, not bad, huh?” I answer him, “Nope,…… Continue Reading
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A hair on my face
This was written Monday, February 28. I was considering dropping the English class I am enrolled in. To see the strange way my mind works, read on. I made a decision today. At least, I think I did. Yep, I’m almost 100% sure. And, it was a piece of hair that helped me decide. I…… Continue Reading
A PSA from Jennifer
If you ever have reason stop walking (like you really have a choice in the matter), here are a few things to think about and realities to be prepared for. This may be construed as a “feeling sorry for myself” kind of blog, but really I just want to prepare you for the reality of…… Continue Reading
What would you do?
In a surreal sort of way, I felt like the bad guy in a situation stripped straight from ABC’s hidden camera ethical dilemma series, What Would You Do?, hosted by John Quinones. But I had every reason and right to have our van parked in a handicapped parking spot close to Anspach Hall. Even after…… Continue Reading
Halfway through
With the posting of my Anthropology 590 grade today (a B+ and I’m okay with that), I have reached the halfway point in my Humanities graduate program at Central Michigan University. Being in the middle, I am reflecting back on some of the things I have learned thus far in my various English, History, Film,…… Continue Reading
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…… Continue Reading
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,…… Continue Reading
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…… Continue Reading
Guilty as charged
For the second time this year, a sense of longing weakens me as I watch the people running along the streets. I can’t do that. Another calf muscle tear has set me back a step or two; no longer able to run … right now. Give it time. Recover. Go for a walk instead. My…… Continue Reading
Am I Really Disabled?
Sounds like such a stupid question. Me, the one living with Multiple Sclerosis for the last nearly 13 years, but almost every morning I wake up thinking, “Just give me a second. I’ll jump out of bed and get moving.” Silly right? But, my dreams play a small part in this deluded thought. Stupid dreams!…… Continue Reading