It’s been six months since I’ve been home. I was transported today from the rehab center to see my surgeon. I love to take photos of the beautiful things that I see. Here is one of them. Advertisements
My Blog: A Potpourri of living life, paralyzed and confined to a bed, how I got this way, how I cope, and my perspectives. I am also a CSA, rape, and human trafficking survivor.
Some call me “Wildflower” because … I … survive … the sights that I see when I venture out, the joy of breathing fresh air, of reading and viewing for which I am grateful, yet I prefer my solace – Scorpio hidden in the universe amid twelve grandchildren and the story of humanity, self-deprecating and struggling with self-esteem and what people say; but there are always sea-foam green, teal, lavender, and yellow Brie, dark chocolate, cherries and the Mediterranean: people ask me for my recipes; I travel virtually and survive wildlife and crime to help fellow victims; I am the Witness, I am the Sentinel: welcome to my musings!
Blake Medical Center
The confines of my paralyzed condition
We’ve had homestays in quite a few different countries, with mixed success. A few years back there were about 40 people sharing a homestay in Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan. Some were sleeping in bunks in dorm rooms and others were camping in tents in a sodden backyard. I still remember […]
My sixty-sixth birthday was October 30. My physical therapist gave me these gorgeous flowers and a most appropriate card. 🙂
BOUQUETS IN RED WINE – A LETTER ABOUT ROMANCE TO MY GRANDDAUGHTER