Everyone seems to have had a go at Leanora, first Beethoven, then Giuseppe Verdi. I was making this little joke on the brink of Il Trovatore, having brunch with my opera composer friend Stephen. And the other little joke, not that it was intended as funny, more a light observation, involved seating. Normally I roll my wheelchair into a space in row S. But not this time. Suggest we get to the Opera House early, I told Stephen. I explained about the transfer from wheelchair to the conventional seat. Read more [...]

Let me first report, with something bordering on joy, that this has been a good bladder day. Close on the heels of which I must admit that it is, as always, a bad Apple Dictate day. The word in the above line, bladder, being first recognized by the supposed voice recognition engine as “latter.” As in the latter day Saints. Which go marching in, or probably not, because those marchers are distinctly not white, and the latter day variety distantly are. And incredibly, there was yet another voice Read more [...]

One thing about living with so pervasive and persistent a thing as lifelong paralysis…you tell yourself, nothing more. This thing that you have and is already bad enough, will do. You don’t want another malady. In fact, you won’t put up with another malady. In reality, you know you may have to endure something else, but still the magical thinking bends in the direction of this is it. I have had my measure of bad karma. No more will come my way. Wrong. Because what you forget is time’s Read more [...]