Redeeming threads

I've always loved the game of Hidden Pictures: that corner of the Highlights kids' magazine where you stare at two nearly identical pictures and try to spot all the differences between them.  Stained glass is a little like that game - there's always more to see than just the picture.  There is the picture of... Continue Reading →

Clear

Last Tuesday was the six-month anniversary of my second surgery.  While it may not sound as momentous an occasion as the anniversary of my first surgery or even of my diagnosis, I have been looking forward to it for ... well ... six months.  Once again, in honor of the event, I kept another date... Continue Reading →

The Whisper in the Whirlwind

APRIL: So from now until September, I go on living … and healing … and waiting. MAY: Healing.  Shoulder still feels so strange.  Out of place.  The bones don't line up right.  Can't pick up a teapot.  Physiotherapist switches from massage to electro-shock therapy.  You should see a neurologist.  Muscle wastage.  Shoulder blade slipping to... Continue Reading →

Conversation with Myself

"I'm dying," said I. "I know.  How far would you go?"  said she.  "How far would you go to be free?" "Free of the thing that is killing me?  Cut it out!  Carve and slice, burn and dice, poison it until it disappears.  I surrender to the physician's knife and knowledge.  In short: do whatever... Continue Reading →

On the Mend … Again

Two things, I can do, At three I am an expert: Moving, Recovering from surgery, and Picking up the pieces of a broken heart. It is remarkable to me how similar physical recovery is to emotional recovery.  Life post neck surgery is a whole lot like life post heartbreak.  There's that initial period of intense... Continue Reading →

There’s no Place Like Home

A couple weeks ago, I took a largish group of high school students to Kenya for a choir festival. Wait ... this sounds familiar ... wasn't it India? True, I did recently get back from a choir festival in India. That trip was a small group of middle school students heading to AMIS. This trip... Continue Reading →

The Familiar Unknown

India: the most familiar place I had never been.  Three weeks ago, I took a group of middle school students to an AMIS Honor Choir festival hosted by the American International School of Chennai.  We left on a Tuesday and landed on a Wednesday morning.  In the 45-minute ride from the airport to the school... Continue Reading →

In Praise of Good Gossip

Walking through the high school courtyard on my way to the office one day in spring, I ran into a tree ... so to speak.  The sight of a monkey-thorn acacia in full bloom stopped me in my tracks.  As I stood transfixed, gaping up at the branches, a colleague came up behind me.  "What... Continue Reading →

Seeing with Sound

He had a wand.  A singing wand that could see through skin.  He touched the skin and frowned: a black spot upon the grey, fuzzy picture of health.  A hard image, round and empty.  Suspicious.  The wizard drew his lines (X marks the spot) and said, "Come again next week. There is another wizard needed here." ... Continue Reading →

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