I sometimes publish a “major” post about Parkinson’s disease, and then follow it with a 2nd post of jokes on the same topic. For example, I wrote about constipation, and […]
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1. This is what I think comes to many people’s mind when they hear that someone has Parkinson’s disease. They envision an elderly person, cloaked in stuffy clothes, confined to a
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As a teacher trainer in a charter school which uses a particular pedagogy, I find my Parkinson’s poker face pays off. Below are two YouTube clips which show what I
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Two small potatoes about my life with Parkinson’s disease. Throat catchers: Is it me, is it Parkinson’s disease, or does this happen to everyone? It seems like every time I
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My husband and I, both sons, spent a glorious weekend in Newport, Rhode Island. It was historically significant because after parking our car at the beach, I took my first-ever selfie.
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Strange experience tonight on the New York City subway. I don’t know what to make of it. It was rush hour. I took the #2 express from 14th Street to 42nd Street/Times
Cruising? Parkinson’s Disease? Old Age? Read More »
I had my annual physical exam with my primary care physician yesterday. Except for the Parkinson’s disease, I’m in tip-top shape. Everything was great/normal/negative: blood pressure; weight; good cholesterol; bad
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I wrote this sonnet today while eating lunch in a Manhattan restaurant. I photographed the flowers a few days ago in our garden. The Guest I have this guest named Mr.
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As part of my personal “enriched environment” initiative, I create original jokes. Today’s topic: a follow-up on yesterday’s blog re: constipation and Parkinson’s disease. Let’s do the jokes first. Q:
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When I was eight years old, I spent a summer with my two very proper, never-married great aunts, Aunt Nora and Aunt Melinda. My parents went away for July and
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