Sonnet for Scarlett’s Salon
For over a year I attended a monthly open-mic literary night at the home of Scarlett Antonia. She held the event on the first Friday of the month in her […]
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For over a year I attended a monthly open-mic literary night at the home of Scarlett Antonia. She held the event on the first Friday of the month in her […]
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Mowing There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. What was it it whispered? I knew not well
Wake up and smell the coffee! High intensity exercise is medicine for PD! I recently blogged about a NY Times article that reported on the benefits of forced aerobic exercise.
Proof Positive: The Video 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 »
This weekend I competed in the swimming portions of two triathlons to raise awareness of, and funding for research into, dystonia and Parkinson’s disease. All proceeds will go to the
Triathlon Triumph Times Two! Read More »
Walking Uptown Minus Your Next Dose of Sinemet Your legs give out…and then Manhattan grows. The blocks get longer…stretch ahead unbroken… You limp and know that all the city knows
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My friend, Bob Nelson, who is the bike leg of my triathlon relay team this Sunday, forwarded two excellent New York Times articles about the benefits of biking for Parkies.
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 »
In March, 2003, shortly after my 50th birthday, I climbed to the top of Mt. Kilimanjaro, Africa’s tallest peak, courtesy of my extravagantly generous and fun-loving friend, Bill Harwood. The
A Different Kind of Kili Read More »
Evening The light passes from ridge to ridge, from flower to flower— the hepaticas, wide-spread under the light grow faint— the petals reach inward, the blue tips bend toward the