If you missed yesterday’s post, here’s a quick recap. In 1984, I sat at the bottom of the Spanish Steps in Rome, and wept. Why? I was too exhausted to take another step. My second heart surgery awaited me, and I was sure this would be my one chance to ‘see the world’. But, it…… Continue reading A Promise Kept
It was the summer of 1984, not long after my eleventh birthday, and my first trip across the Atlantic would shape my world in ways I never thought possible. We’d been riding in a motorcoach, walked miles all over Rome, and at the base of the Spanish Steps, I stopped. I was exhausted and needed…… Continue reading I Made a Promise to Myself
I was eleven when my grandmother (seated directly behind me) presented a special Christmas gift to my family. She wanted to take everyone to Europe for a 3-week whirlwind tour. Twenty-one countries in twenty-one days. Then, it was a dream. Something I didn’t even know was on my bucket list. It would take two or…… Continue reading A Child of the World
“Too many damn feathers!” my mother replied when I asked her why she stopped making character birthday cakes. This I had asked on my 43rd birthday when I decided I wanted a bunny cake. But, this time we were going to make it together and when wine, baking, and bunnies combine well…let’s just say it…… Continue reading It Was the Birthday Cake Which Did Her In
My misnamed twin that wasn’t would later be called Ventricular Septal Defect (VSD). The fix should have been easy enough. A patch to close it. This is now, that was then. 1977. And adding to the fray was a new development. I also suffered from L-transposition in which my heart is reversed. Don’t worry, it’s…… Continue reading What the GUC is Going On?
There is a unique selling proposition (USP) to the iPod, I don’t think even Steve Jobs foresaw. It helps me walk straight. If you’ve just scrunched up your face, and are scratching your head trying to figure out how a tiny pocket music device can help someone walk straight. I get it. And don’t worry,…… Continue reading The USP of the iPod…for me
April 4, 1973. Four. Four. For years, I wondered if perhaps I did have a twin. The duplicity is in the numbers, it’s in my birthdate and on my fourth birthday to the day – Four. Four. Nineteen seventy- seven, I waited patiently for the gurney which would wheel me into the operating room for…… Continue reading Seashell Sounds in My Heart
Monday’s child is fair of face Tuesday’s child is full of grace Wednesday’s child is full of woe Thursday’s child has far to go, Friday’s child is loving and giving, Saturday’s child works hard for a living, And the child that is born on the Sabbath day Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay1…… Continue reading What We Teach Our Children…
The sepia tones of the seventies offer a jaundiced backdrop to the rosy-cheeked child with blue fingernails and lips. Oxygen was precious and circulation was lacking, but my heart? It would not stop beating. It would not stop seeking life. It has known joy and sadness, trials and triumphs, and the knowledge that its secret…… Continue reading Welcome to Life – Oh What a Ride!
“I can tell just by looking,” the nurse explained. “You’re going to have a boy.” Then, with his stethoscope pressed to my mother’s belly, the doctor added, “I hear two heartbeats, though one is fainter than the other. Looks like you’re having twins.” My parents have often told me this story, mostly at my request;…… Continue reading My Twin Lives Within