The Sun in Poetry
The Gift to Sing Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, And blackening clouds about me cling; But, oh, I have a magic way To turn the gloom to cheerful […]
The Gift to Sing Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, And blackening clouds about me cling; But, oh, I have a magic way To turn the gloom to cheerful […]
…and Alzheimer’s, Cancer, Old Age in General… According to this article, four foods (peas, blue cheese, soy beans, and corn) contain a natural compound, spermidine, which influences the body’s circadian
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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 »
Science journalist Jon Palfreman just published a book, Brain Storms, in which he reviews the latest research to understand and find a cure for Parkinson’s disease. And as a fellow Parkie,
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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.
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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
What? Another Sonnet Already? Read More »