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?
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!
On being a polio survivor finding new ways to travel, and live
A reason exists behind each thing that happens, though two people seeing the same event side by side may have two very different ideas about the reason. At the moment I'm talking about subjective interpretations of natural events. Perhaps half buried associations trigger such interpretations? Like my father I tend to react in certain … Continue reading On being a polio survivor finding new ways to travel, and live
Polio blogs 5: In which my reintegration into life lurches along
When Boston’s Children’s Hospital deposited me and my small bag of belongings onto the sidewalk with my mother I was about to leave a place where all the other kids had handicaps like mine, and the adults had the job of equipping us to get around in our new state of paralysis. Nobody asked questions … Continue reading Polio blogs 5: In which my reintegration into life lurches along
Onto a new path
’Tis another washed out, grey day dawned in the high desert. An anticipated big snowstorm failed to have its way with us. Cheers for that. Firing up Apple Music on my iPad Mini first thing this morning, my fingers found their way to an album from my long ago folk music names. A Joan Baez … Continue reading Onto a new path
New Year’s Eve is for creating…
New Year’s Eve: In which I muse about a long awaited change of venue… If transformation is the norm, then spiritual transformation falls into place as an extension of where life has been going all along. While still remaining who you are, you can bring about a quantum leap in your awareness, and the sign that … Continue reading New Year’s Eve is for creating…
Polio Blogs 4: Little brother and gifts
You can only wobble around hospital corridors, showing off your new skills with leg braces by kicking your popular young doctor in front of his peers, for so long. Children’s Hospital discharged me just before I was due to start first grade, at the age of six. Oddly, I remember almost nothing about the event, … Continue reading Polio Blogs 4: Little brother and gifts
Polio Blogs 3: She learns to walk again
The last blog in this series left my six-year-old self lying in an old hospital bed with chipped enamel railings, devouring two bowls of vanilla ice cream smothered in mustard. That bizarre meal — following a hunger strike — marked the end of my sullen rage at what paralytic polio had done to me. For … Continue reading Polio Blogs 3: She learns to walk again
Polio Blogs 2: Getting fitted for a new kind of life
Most of those infected never get seriously ill. They may feel unusually tired, stiff, and achy, but they recover quickly and assume they had a bout with the flu. When they return to school or work, the virus returns with them. But in about 2 percent of all cases, the virus penetrates the central nervous … Continue reading Polio Blogs 2: Getting fitted for a new kind of life