Eight years ago, I was diagnosed with Corneal Fuchs Dystrophy, an eye disease that over time destroys the cornea. At present, the only cure is a corneal transplant in which the damaged tissue (either partial layer(s) or the whole cornea) is replaced. Without surgery, legal blindness will occur.
American Dirt, a novel by Jeanine Cummings (2019), puts a human face and gives voice to migrants trying to work their way into the United States, just as Woody Guthrie’s song, “Deportee” (1948), adds voice to migrants seeking a better life in the United States, just as Risking Death to Find … Continue Reading ››
A day was a week. A week was a month. A month was a year. It took twelve years before the vague nuances from that year began to crystallize enough in order for me to begin to heal. A poem from Whirling … Continue Reading ››
The following is an excerpt from my dad's narrative. Interesting perspective about getting a bunch of bananas for a quarter and the meds given for those suffering from the 1918 flu.
"World War I came along about this time. I was always having to move from one family to another … Continue Reading ››
I doubt I'm the only one. And yeah, I'm aware of overreacting, but the corona pandemic and shutdowns remind me of the short-timer status in Vietnam. Am I going to catch malaria, get shot, trip a booby trap, get bitten by a viper, or screw up?