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People, places, and and the uncommonplace telling stories as they travel with Morganica (Cynthia Morgan) in mind and memory; neighbors, friends, and findings

26 04, 2018

Jury booty

2018-04-26T15:26:30-07:00

A month ago, traversing this sandy path down to the river would have been unthinkable. Yet here I am. "SHE," said the guard, pointing to me, "is what we call S.T.U.B.B.O.R.N." "Absolutely," I grinned, and continued to climb [...]

Jury booty2018-04-26T15:26:30-07:00
23 04, 2018

Beachwalking and the denizens of the deep

2018-05-08T20:33:58-07:00

My very first in-person tidepool since falling. It was glorious. Here's what they don't tell you about recovery from a catastrophic injury: It's only gradual from the 10,000-foot view. Up close, it's fits, starts, and frustration, punctuated by [...]

Beachwalking and the denizens of the deep2018-05-08T20:33:58-07:00
18 04, 2018

Walking and the well-grounded non-gardener

2018-05-08T20:43:12-07:00

"Do you have a cane?" Brenda-the-PT asked, and I nodded, "Good. Bring it next time. I want you to graduate from your walker to a cane." Heady stuff. Me, not lugging around walkers and wheelchairs? Wow. "No long walks on [...]

Walking and the well-grounded non-gardener2018-05-08T20:43:12-07:00
25 01, 2018

Autopia

2018-01-25T08:55:36-07:00

Wanna see my brand new car? It's that modest little royal blue number on the right. Yeah, right. I drive all over Glassland now; Tyrone-the-Spiffy Wheelchair breaks down so I can pull him into the passenger seat all [...]

Autopia2018-01-25T08:55:36-07:00
12 01, 2018

V-day, legs, eyes, and…the rest of my life

2018-01-12T20:18:09-07:00

Something I've not seen before: What a busted femur looks like when the bone starts growing back. Uhm...wow. Everything tumbles into my head like a firehose; the problem isn't finding something to write about. It's figuring out which stuff [...]

V-day, legs, eyes, and…the rest of my life2018-01-12T20:18:09-07:00
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