We were sitting at an upscale bar in Richmond waiting for me to appear on the evening news. NBC. My book Learning to Live Again had just been published. It was a hot summer. Diana, my lover for three years and wife for two, and I had more than survived marriage. Would we survive the autobiographic book I had just published in 1983 describing a previous romance to Laura, the woman whose love made it possible to get through my first experience with cancer?
Archives for December 2017
It is 2:20 AM. I awoke Tuesday morning sick with a cold or the flu or somatic manifestations of despair–certainly not confined to the tax bill, but a sense of hopelessness that after Elizabeth MacDonough, Parliamentarian of the Senate, raised what is referred to colloquially as “the Byrd bath” before Christmas President Trump will sign a […]
I am overwhelmed with melancholy. Generally, my ability to get through the day receives a great assist from the genetic gift of optimism received from each of my parents. My father’s optimism helped him survive the reality of pogroms in Russia where a focus on reality was counter productive. My mother’s optimism helped her survive […]
What began as a research effort to find out why millions of children, women, and men are dying unnecessarily of starvation in the developing world has now turned into an action plan. There is something I can do. I can help rice farmers in Zimbabwe. ++++ ++++ […]
++++ Daniel Barenboim ++++ Campaign to make Mozart a part of outpatient therapy at Health South, Pleasant Gap, PA. Suggested donation $18. ++++ Ivo Sillamaa, fortepiano ++++ Surprise: Medical resources have found music is good for your health. It is especially good for the health of […]
Sisyphus and me I am overdue for a shower. Tomorrow is my last day of occupational therapy at HealthSouth. Last week, I completed the 28 weeks of physical therapy Medicare allows. I asked HealthSouth C.E.O. at Pleasant Gap PA yesterday as she prepared for a meeting and I for a 10th cup of […]
If I were not a [Jewish] Buddhist, this would be my Mad As Hell and I Can’t Take it Anymore moment. ++++ It is 3:04 AM. I am making coffee. Washing the dishes. A shower is overdue. At 8:10 a Cataride para-transit bus will pick me up here in Downtown State College where parking (believe […]