Getting Closer To Myself

Just wanted to wish everyone a very happy and *healthy* holiday season and a wonderful 2009! Posts will resume as soon as I am back from br...

“525,600 minutes 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cup...

Check out this week’s edition of Grand Rounds over at Laurie Edwards’ blog A Chronic Dose . Laurie presents her picks for the best health-...

When I read Laurie Edwards’s concept for Grand Rounds , I really wanted to submit something. But where to begin? I’ve only been blogging s...

Let’s admit that we all have weaknesses - chocolate, shopping, others that can’t be mentioned here... Lately, I’ve found comfort in retail t...

I bought the book, “Writing Out the Storm” by Barbara Abercrombie several months ago, but with the craziness of school and everything else, ...

I went to a party Friday night and made brownies for the occasion. It has been so long since I cooked, I really had no idea how this experim...

The problem with feeling better is that it doesn’t mean I’m back to my old self, even though I settle comfortably back into my old routines ...

Wow, I am so behind on life at the moment, so this is going to be a really quick post. Check out last week’s Grand Rounds, hosted by Canadia...

“At night she spreads her wings She dreams of bigger things She floats above the town She sings without a sound” - “She Spreads Her Wings,”...

I had anticipated today’s rheumatologist appointment would be a useful one. And alas, it wasn’t. After taking me almost an hour late – and t...

“[…] I can’t stand to fly I’m not that naive I’m just out to find The better part of me […] […] Even heroes have the right to bleed I may be...

Today, I am honored to be interviewing Rosalind Joffe about her book, coauthored with Joan Friedlander, “Women, Work, and Autoimmune Disease...

While I hadn’t planned on posting again this week until Rosalind Joffe’s Virtual Book Tour for “Women, Work, and Autoimmune Disease: Keep Wo...

I am burning through my SPF 50 sunscreen I think I am allergic to the rain I take 11 pills a day... Count them... 11 My hair is falling out....

You look at me And think that looking also means Knowing who I am But underneath the polished veneer That you take to mean an easy life My l...

One of the many choices we face, as chronically ill people, is whether we should or want to be labeled as such. I, personally, have had sev...

I have attempted to keep my blog as apolitical as possible, but in light of yesterday’s election, I felt like I wanted to say something abou...

But it certainly put a smile on my face (and made me have delusions of grandeur about how much sway I have in the world)! Where do people co...

Friday night I sat down to write a “poor me” post. I was alone in my apartment trying to recover from an exhausting week. But I didn’t end u...