Several weeks ago, when I explained the symptoms I was having to my neurologist, he nonchalantly recommended an MRI to rule out two disturbing possibilities: MS and brain tumor.
I managed to put one foot before the other, and maintained a false-calm demeanor while I waited.
When the neurologist called with the results, Hubby and…
At the beginning of Lent, I pledged to write and post on my blog each day. In the beginning, I wrote about places I've lived, the beauty of spring, and indulging in small pleasures. I was planning to finish strong, but Monday morning I woke up with an aching, pressure in my chest.
Those two…
My middle toe on my left foot is a survivor.
Growing up in Jamaica, it was normal to play barefoot - to style your hair in an updo, get completely dressed in a frilly frock, and wear absolutely no shoes.
One day, while I was playing bat and run with my siblings and cousins, I…
A wild dog attacked me when I was eight years old.
It bit me in the belly and scratched my legs as I tried to escape.
That moment, almost thirty years ago, birthed within me a fear of dogs.
When dogs are off their leashes, I secretly panic.
When people tell me how cute and well-behaved their dogs are…