Illness | Illness
Apr.18.2010
Writing News:
Seeing as I am (fairly evidently) not having my week's holiday in Pompeii (ah the irony of it all ...) - of which more later - here's some happy writing news: my gay erotic short story, The Delaneys and Me, is now published by Amber Allure, and you can find out more and purchase a...
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Apr.12.2010
Sometimes I think I am fearful of everything. I’d like to say it is a widow trait, but I think I have been like this always. My fears never kept me from doing something, but I worried too much. What if. Then I'd say whatever and get on with it. So afraid my life I loved would change. Then it did,...
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Apr.08.2010
Ideally, I should love antibiotics. They are dissenters fighting the Kingdom of Bacteria. Unfortunately, these brave warriors, while trying to ward off the colonisation schemes of microorganisms and fungi in my territory aim darts. They may hit the royal figures and knights of infection, but the...
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Mar.18.2010
March 18
Malaria
Flailing, reaching, screaming; hiding, avoiding, misdirecting, theses are subsets in a list of extremes whose commonality is lacking, lacking humility. I fall to pieces just thinking of standing exposed, imperfect and unprotected. I’m not sure what I think will happen to me...
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Mar.08.2010
“Illness washes the windows of your soul, clearing away all of who you wish to change, and leaves behind a crystal-clear view into your true spirit.”-Melinda Marchiano-From Grace:
I think it’s strange what people choose to do with their lives. A person who is healthy, smart, and strong will go sit...
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Mar.06.2010
It hit me suddenly - like a kick between the legs! I headed for the door, with my tail between my legs and sat on that toilet none too soon. Relief washed over me, to the sound of trumpets and water drums. My relief was short-lived however, because the moment I got home I headed for the toilet...
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Mar.03.2010
One of my first memories of my dad is of me hanging off his bicept when I was about six-ish. He would crouch down and crook his arm like he was showing off his muscle to my mom. Then I'd grab on with both hands and start trying to pull myself into a chin-up of sorts, as my feet left the ground. ...
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Feb.21.2010
NOT FORGOTTEN
I phoned my sister-in-law Loretta, that I haven’t seen for quite some time to see how she was coming along through her bout with cancer. She is being treated with chemotherapy and doing very well, considering all that she’s been going through.
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Feb.05.2010
I am staying at the Tiverton House in Westwood Village, Los Angeles. The university is putting me up while I teach a class for four days, walking into town to the Westwood center for my class each day.
This house is a house more than a hotel. The main purpose is to house those who have loved ones...
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Jan.08.2010
I rang my father right after Christmas, we had spoken just two days prior. "Hey Maura, um I was wondering if you know what happened to my business?." "No, dad you are retired, you are almost eighty now and you don't need to work anymore its time to just relax." There was...
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