My Body Thinks It Fought in the Civil War

Aging doesn’t arrive all at once—it shows up in quiet limitations, hard-earned perspective, and the realization that energy is finite. From spoon theory to stubborn independence, this is what it looks like to keep moving forward anyway.

Reflections from the Opera

A quiet afternoon at the opera turns into a reflection on grief, rumination, and the long shadow of regret. Sometimes, healing looks less like triumph and more like showing up for yourself one small outing at a time.

Dancing in the Ruins

I ventured out on my own for the first time since the strokes — to see Above & Beyond live. It wasn’t just about music; it was about reclaiming independence, redefining healing, and realizing that moving on doesn’t mean leaving everything behind.

Counting Avoidance

When avoidance becomes a way of life, even lists can feel like enemies. Between writer’s block, PTSD, and the fallout from strokes, I’m learning how to navigate decision-making, distraction, and guilt—with help from The Count and a very patient dog.