It’s been a while. Stories have swirled through my head but never made it to the keyboard. It’s as if the virgin territory of my new study forebodes me. It’s time to break this cherry. Light a cigarette, Joyce, and get going. I was nineteen, and I was in love—not with a man, but with... Continue Reading →
The month is quiet. People are going outside to enjoy the sun. It’s time for a departure to the real world for me, and I chose to do so with a fine meal at a local establishment. Finz is located on the waterfront. Its outer lines are as crisp as its food. But what... Continue Reading →
I warn you, if you’re aging out and have a fall, it might not be the fall that kills you; it could be the care you receive. Should I call it care?
Just don’t fall.
It all Started here in The Saga of Cracks: https://joycebowen.wordpress.com/2017/11/17/1151/#more-1151
I just made it home on Friday after a stint regarding the repair of my knee. My knee was too bad to do stairs, and I barely had access to food. My Primary Care’s office convinced me to go to Mt. Auburn’s ER. I expressed the thought that I was nearly through with medicine. But I went. I spent about 24 hours in the ER and was finally admitted on the dreaded Observational status. A very kind and dedicated social worker cajoled me into trying this course of action in order to get into a rehabilitation facility.
The staff in Needham 7 were kind and compassionate. The menu rivaled that of a restaurant. The food was so good, I had a…
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I warn you, if you’re aging out and have a fall, it might not be the fall that kills you; it could be the care you receive. Should I call it care? Just don’t fall. It all Started here in The Saga of Cracks: https://joycebowen.wordpress.com/2017/11/17/1151/#more-1151 I just made it home on Friday after a stint... Continue Reading →
Throughout life, doors open and doors close. The openings are exciting: The closings are not. One might look at them like chapters in a book except for with chapters there is always a continuation. If we do not realize this, closing doors slam. It’s gentler if we acknowledge, early on, that there are stages of life—however small, that... Continue Reading →
Yes—I’m back—sort of. It’s been a rough several months. I’m hoping it’s nearly over. I broke my damn foot in a pedicure bath—I got terribly ill—then I fell in the street. https://joycebowen.wordpress.com/2017/11/17/1151 Over the last several months, I’ve learned that even Medicare leaves me out in the cold. I’ve been on Medicare since 2006 due to disability. I’ve had... Continue Reading →
Even as a psychologist, my logical side, and emotional side are often at odds with (or even at war with) each other. It’s probably a result of being forced into a state of extreme survivalism as a child. I used my logic to save my life and/or avoid pain. Emotions poised like a runner waiting for the... Continue Reading →
Christmas means something different to each of us. This is for all of you missing loved ones this holiday season. 💔 This is my family's Christmas story. I'm not 'showcasing sadness here. It's a new beginning. In an editorial column I wrote years ago, Christmas was approaching. My chief editor looked at me, brows furrowed, a grimace on his face,... Continue Reading →
Too early? Not in my dreams. And I have a recipe for you.
I took a tumble the other day and cracked a rib, etc. I’m an opponent of painkillers, so my way to deal with the pain is to sleep—a pleasant recourse as my dreams have been vivid and filled with pleasure.
I woke from a Thanksgiving dream yesterday.
In it, I was younger—young enough to tackle the preparation of three turkeys—two with American stuffing and one with my father-in-law’s “Greek” stuffing. It was really Turkish, but he let us believe it was his own unique recipe. The ingredients are below:
“Leo the Lion’s Greek Stuffing
Two and a half pounds hamburger
½ stick butter
salt and pepper to taste
half pound rice
1box bell seasoning mix
½ cup sugar
1 ½ cups Italian bread crumbs
½ small can tomato paste’
1 two ounce jar pine nuts
½ chopped walnuts
1 cup raisins
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