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Thursday / June 21 / 2012

Embracing disfigurement

The roasting Myrtle-Beach-like humidity made me opt for a skort as I readied for Pilates. Passing the full-length mirror in my bedroom, I would normally notice the blinding paleness of my sun-starved legs. But today my eyes immediately scanned the exposed burn scar on my right leg — and my eyes welled-up. Read the full story…

Monday / April 23 / 2012

Why I chose to share heroine with a group of high school students

Members of the Warrensburg High School Band and chaperones (including me -- but I'm behind the camera!) on the set of "Stomp" in NYC (April 20, 2012)
Members of the Warrensburg High School Band and chaperones (including me — but I’m behind the camera!) on the set of “Stomp” in NYC (April 20, 2012)

“When we get back on the bus, you need to come sit and talk with us,” implored Tyler, one of the two dozen high school band students on the New York City excursion.

“Yes!,” I agreed with a smile. “I have a story to share with you…”

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Saturday / February 04 / 2012

Putting a spring back in my wounded step

The Hadley-Luzerne Class of 1988 dedicated our yearbook to our English teacher, our mentor, our friend Mimi Reid.
The Hadley-Luzerne Class of 1988 dedicated our yearbook to our English teacher, our mentor, our friend Mimi Reid.

The morning was crisp, the first we’d seen sunshine in what seemed an eternity. Disappointed with no snow on the ground but delighted with the rays, I added a skip to my step as I made my way to the basement of the hospital. Still painful, the bone infection in my scarred leg was healing — slowly but surely. Read the full story…

Sunday / January 29 / 2012

Spilling my guts

I love how author James Altucher describes himself in his Twitter profile, “For some reason, I’ve turned myself inside out and all my guts have spilled onto my blog. One day I’ll run out of stuff but not yet.” Read the full story…

Thursday / January 26 / 2012

I remember everything except the actual crash – part II

I remember everything except the actual crash. Seconds afterward, my eyes shot open and my senses came to life. All except sight. I was blind.

Trying frantically to look around the car, I saw nothing. They say when you lose Read the full story…