I’m with the band

I think the first time I used the phrase “I’m with the band” — apart from in junior high when I played flute in an actual band — was in high school when I somehow became attached to a band called Flight. In case you can’t tell from the photo below, it was the 1980s….

Diary of an Unfit Mother

Note: This blog post is adapted from one I wrote for my trainer, Ja’Warren Hooker, a former Olympic sprinter who enjoys making me sweat. I don’t love exercise. Growing up, my friends and I referred to it as “The E Word”. I like the way I feel afterwards, but the whole process of being sore…

Facing down the truth

And hating it anyway It’s been more than a decade since I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis. It’s a disease that people often confuse with osteoarthritis because they both impact the joints and can lead to debilitating disability. And they both have the word arthritis in them. But my version is an autoimmune disease that…

A Few Good Books

The picture above? It’s one of five such bookcases I have in the family room. There are another five up in my room. All are filled nearly edge to edge with books. I have about 30 books sitting on the floor waiting to be filed (fiction downstairs, non-fiction up, alphabetically by author). They will displace…