chronic illness, MS

Not all hugs are loving: MS awareness

It starts with a stitch A few deep breaths Then you're knitting my ribs together With barbed wool The front Then the back Swirling into my abs Then my lower back A corset of pain The cat the cow The cat the cow Stretching every way for relief Breathe Distract It's just a physical thing… Continue reading Not all hugs are loving: MS awareness

life

Infrared Sauna: Flu killer

We made it the whole winter with nary a sniffle, then the first day of spring our eldest woke up with the flu. Then our youngest succumbed. It's a nasty one too, (what flu isn't), fever, dizziness, headache, nausea and a deep, retching cough. Having MS, I'm pretty paranoid about getting sick. Simply because what… Continue reading Infrared Sauna: Flu killer

life, writing

A new career – finally believing

The questions never stop Can I teach again? Should I try it? Am I just giving up? The best days are the worst The doubts eat me alive Two years I've pretended Waiting to get busted Who gets to call themselves a writer? Not me. And yet, the shift has happened The genes have shifted… Continue reading A new career – finally believing

gratitude, life, Poetry

West Coast: Unplugged Joy

Paradise. It's not the tropics. I'm bundled up in a blanket with my jacket on, absorbing vitamin D through my face and hands. Not a margarita but a BC cider in my hand No internet No wifi Just the wide ocean The waves Relentless in their battering of the rocky shore Their energy And constant… Continue reading West Coast: Unplugged Joy

life, mental health, MS, writing

Bathroom Renovation Part 2: It’s a Bathtub?

I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar It's a bird... it's a plane...it's a... tub on my front lawn. I should have sat in it. It didn't take long to rip out the old slime tub.… Continue reading Bathroom Renovation Part 2: It’s a Bathtub?