T.B.I. To Be Invisible

Aly's Angioma. I had a concussion when I was 11 and then 4 years ago a cavernous angioma bled into my brain. I had brain surgery to remove the tumor from my brain stem. In this, my second life, people do not see ME anymore.

Friday, April 9, 2021

When will I be okay with me?

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I taught for 22 years. It shaped who I am. I speak with authority and certainty. I have confidence in my ability to understand and communica...

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Sunday, July 10, 2016

Quilting After Brain Injury

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My brain injury had a very strange side effect. I could not stop making things. I became an artist because I couldn't follow directions ...

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Friday, June 17, 2016

Grieving again

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I'm in mourning again. Unlike being forced to leave my job which was a personal, this loss was not personal. Over the last two years, ...

Monday, August 10, 2015

Glass half full

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I'm not a pessimist. I'm a realist. The words all pessimist find themselves saying when confronted by those damned, delusional opt...

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Friday, July 24, 2015

The graveyards are full of indispensable men.

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I guess this is supposed to mean don't live under the mistaken impression that you cannot be replaced; that without your contribution, t...

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Monday, March 23, 2015

Grateful to be alive

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I still miss my math teaching days. I ran into four sets of parents and one former student this weekend. The children are all brilliant suc...

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Monday, March 2, 2015

Anniversary

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Yesterday was the Fourth Anniversary of my break from the school where I taught for 22 years. There are still aspects of the life I left beh...

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Wednesday, November 5, 2014

I have to write because there is noise in my head

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and it prevents me from doing anything else. This blog has served as a release valve for the din in my brain. Words and sounds repeating and...

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Monday, June 30, 2014

My 30th college reunion

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I was planning to go. I snatched up one of the last hotel reservations near campus. I was part of a big email exchange in which we all promi...

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Thursday, May 15, 2014

In sleep I dream I am a different me

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I stay in bed because I can't fight the feeling that there is no reason to get up. I miss being needed so profoundly it hurts. I dream a...

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