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  • MAKING MEANING WITH MS
    I retired from a long career as a teacher in DeWitt Clinton High School. I was an adjunct instructor for several universities training teachers. My two adult daughters have left the nest and I love to brag about my brilliant eight-year-old grandson. Physical challenges due to the unpredictability of secondary progressive MS have limited my independence and I’ve become more dependent on my wonderful husband and a part-time caregiver. I hate being so dependent but I am forced to accept the reality that I need help. Realizing I’ve entered a new phase […]
  • Warm Day Surprise By Deborah Eiseman
    An unexpected warming Confused February Hastily opened windows Invite the weather Inside homes The Hudson River In the past week A prisoner of a Polar freeze A blanket of mist skims its surface As warmth invades cold and ice flees the warming sun to the shaded shore The setting sun Draws a blazing line of light Across the river Its mirrored calm to be chilled once again by a frigid reminder in the evening it still is winter […]
  • Tis The Season To Feel Stressful
    It’s dark way too early… I can’t wake up late or I lose daylight. If I lose daylight my mood darkens with the night. I peer into my office and do an about face. The room is full of unwrapped gifts waiting for me. They scorn my procrastination crying, “Wrap me, make me pretty.” Long rolls of gift wrap paper are propped against the wall. Do I have enough tape, ribbons and bows? Where are the good scissors? This is a task for two people. My husband wraps – I record and write the cards. For some unknown reason, he always starts wrapping at night when […]
  • MY WRITING PROCESS BY DEBORAH EISEMAN
    I attended a writer’s workshop in the library. It’s more like a forum for participants to share their writings and less about improving them. Some of the pieces read are quite good, others need revision. The writing process is pretty much ignored. There’s occasionally a writing prompt which can help an individual who has a fear of facing blank pages. Generally, these exercises don’t lead to a finished work. I’ve learned that less information in a prompt is better because it provides more freedom for the imagination to explore ideas. I’ve frequently […]
  • A POIGNANT MEMORY BY DEBORAH EISEMAN
    I learned about love from my parents. All my growing years I was surrounded by affection and words of praise. I watched my parents hold hands. I watched my father’s loving hands care for my mother when she was sick and in the last decade of her life was completely dependent on him. He gave driving lessons to an exceptional nurse who cared for my mother in the hospital. When my mother became ill he turned his life upside down to care for her, selling his businesses, becoming a school bus driver in order to come home and help her in the middle of the […]