Mist Low-anchored cloud, Newfoundland air, Fountain-head and source of rivers, Dew-cloth, dream-drapery, And napkin spread by fays; Drifting meadow of the air, Where bloom the daisied banks and violets, And […]
The Mist in Poetry Read More »
I previously posted about Ann Romney‘s website, 50MillionFaces.org, where people who have been touched by Parkinson’s, multiple sclerosis, ALS, brain tumors, or Alzheimer’s can upload a picture and a short paragraph about
Ann Romney & Boston – A Nice Reflection Read More »
They must have seen my recent post. How helpful! (November 23, 2015, New Yorker)
“The New Yorker” Updates My Drug Regimen Read More »
“Why don’t we call that nameless dread of yours Bruce, and see if that helps.” (November 23, 2015, New Yorker)
My Parkinson’s Anxiety Makes It in “The New Yorker” Read More »
Every Thursday, as part of my personal “enriched environment” initiative, I post a piece of art, usually from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, which recently released online some 400,000 high-resolution
Throwback Thursdays Art Read More »
Today I visited the classroom of one of our 1st Grade teachers. Let’s call her Mrs. Dovetail. She was busy organizing her students into small groups, each group working on
Doing the Right Thing Read More »
Both mediocre… The Hudson River flows into the sea. The tide thrusts back with all its mighty power. Swim a river race and you will see the current’s back-and-forth is
Two Sonnets: Light and Dark Read More »
I had such a great, inspiring time at the Michael J. Fox Foundation research roundtable at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel this weekend that I couldn’t resist posting this segment from
Lounging at the Waldorf: Broadway Throwback Read More »
I was fortunate to attend a Parkinson’s research roundtable at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in Manhattan this weekend, sponsored by the Michael J. Fox Foundation for Parkinson’s Research. Here are
Lounging at the Waldorf: Parkinson’s Research Update Read More »
In a Breath To the Williamson Brothers High noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of motors. Women traipsing along in flimsy clothes