Well, now that I've learned how to properly pronounce "Hypoxic-ischemic encephalopathy" I can do more thorough research into how the brain lesions from periventricular leukomalacia damaged those particular sections of my brain ( Read more... )

All those doctors, therapists, and specialists who have told me how well I am doing with the cerebral palsy are very sweet, and they know what to look for ( Read more... )

When I was six years old, my mother bought a beautiful antique doll with thick wavy red hair, deep blue eyes, and a penetrating stare. Mom and I sat at in our tiny Brooklyn, apartment at our big kitchen table, wondering what to name the doll. After several long minutes of pure silence, I looked my mother in the eye, smiled, and said, "Why don't we ( Read more... )

Going to expand on something I said to a friend in my last post ( Read more... )

Husband has made it home. Cats are being snuggly. I have finished my Rich Chocolate Ovaltine Maple Honey Mocha. The snow is sticking. Shoveling is imminent. I can only hope that my little neighborhood's streets get plowed decently tomorrow, unlike last time ( Read more... )

When I was growing up, in 1980s Brooklyn, NY, there wasn't a whole lot of entertainment outside of my imagination. Our apartment was tiny, and luckily we had a huge backyard with trees and gardens, and my father was the superintendent of all three connected apartment buildings (Quentin Road on Kings Highway), and I was the only child in all three ( Read more... )

Last night, Adam and I made brownies and ate them while watching "The Flight Of Dragons," which is one of my favorite movies ever. When I was a kid, I copied it on a blank VHS cassette and watched that tape to death. I did that with all my favorite 1980s fantasy movies (The Dark Crystal, Labyrinth, Legend, The Last Unicorn). Now we can just ( Read more... )

The premiere of Season Two of my favorite TV series was on last night ( Read more... )

I'm watching that soap opera, "All My Children," because one of the characters has a very premature baby in the hospital, and there's the scene where she finally holds her son, and oh gods he's so tiny, he's so tiny in her arms -- no, in her hands, I know it's a doll but it's the right size, because when I was born, I was the size of a doll, and ( Read more... )

A highly personal ramble that I know a few people will understand.
I do not make friends-locked entries because this is my journal, and if I am going to lay myself bare and open, I will. If people choose to read and comment, they are welcome to it. I'm just like that.
Yes, everything is okay. Sometimes I just need to vent.

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