In February of 2020 we learned that the StoryCorps booth would be coming to the Fresno area in California during the summer months. My daughter, Jericha Rendon, put in a request for an appointment with the idea that she would like to interview me (Emily Lee) regarding my experiences growing up and living on with … Continue reading A StoryCorps tale
What comes next, last 12 months?
Twelve months and counting it is since a less-than-stellar year began in an individually rough manner for me, starting in February 2020. A big downshift in the way I live my life, marginally because of Covid 19 and the social chaos of racial justice and political upheavals began the first week of February. Much of this … Continue reading What comes next, last 12 months?
A hospital stay for my birthday!
As I start each new decade in life I have asked myself, “Am I grown up yet?” … And back has come the response, “When I grow up I want to [insert one adventurous goal or another]. So okay, I guess the answer could be Not Yet. This year's birthday, though, brought me up sharp … Continue reading A hospital stay for my birthday!
Special places of the mind, feet and … wheels
Of late I’ve been thinking of special, secret places I’ve loved in the past, wondering why it’s so difficult to find such a spot now. When I was a child we had a forested area on the hill behind our eastern Massachusetts home. That’s where my grandmother and mother would take my brother and me … Continue reading Special places of the mind, feet and … wheels
Thinking on photons
Here am I lying on my back on a hard, narrow “bed”, part of the quiet linear accelerator (linac) that is bombarding a neatly — if invisibly — delineated section of my chest with photons. This happens five days a week, late morning. Often Joél, one of the technicians, starts up a playlist for me … Continue reading Thinking on photons
Panic on a gurney
Two days ago I had another day surgery, related to the breast cancer surgery of June 13. This was meant by the surgeon to be a simple event, draining a painful, annoying hematoma that didn’t seem to be shrinking on its own. A twenty to thirty minute procedure. Nothing went sideways till the cheerful young … Continue reading Panic on a gurney
Oh tubby me — oh!
The tune for this blog name goes along with the fine and impressive aria O sole mio. As a token of my appreciation of the new ear worm in my head, I give you, for three minutes and twenty one seconds, Signor Luciano Pavarotti, no twiggy build himself. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_mLFHLSULw My unexpected area of focus on … Continue reading Oh tubby me — oh!
Driving through some changes
Something Wild, uTube with Lindsey Stirling and Andrew McMahon If you're lost out where the lights are blinding Caught in all, the stars are hiding That's when something wild calls you home, home If you face the fear that keeps you frozen Chase the sky into the ocean That's when something wild calls you home, … Continue reading Driving through some changes
Transiting & lemon squeezing
Moving involves a fair amount of self re-creation and may bring into play the re-discovery of potentials we once glimpsed, only to let slip away. You think you are a country person, and here you are, by your own choice, in a city. You used to roll your badass power wheelchair around quiet village streets, … Continue reading Transiting & lemon squeezing
In which I learn the respect of gravity
Hurry up and wait. That’s an expression I grew up with, and lately it’s been coming back to me. With a vengeance. Today I was intending to be writing from south of San Francisco, dogs in the park, bonsai relocated to a second floor condo balcony. My daughter and another roommate nearby. Green, green, everywhere! … Continue reading In which I learn the respect of gravity