By MERRILL MARKOE Here’s Something New to Feel Good About Today! Once upon a time, in a town called North Hollywood, there was a 95-pound black dog named Lewis who lived with a woman who only fed him twice a day. Ever since an evil veterinarian cast a spell to make her think he needed to lose a few pounds, the poor dog...
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I was the nurse assigned to Rose that evening shift in the Coronary Care Unit. Three days prior, she had suffered a heart attack. As I made my rounds and introduced myself, her petite body seemed frail and nearly invisible beneath the white-weave blanket. Though of the age where women color their hair blue-gray and wear it in tight pin curls, Rose wore her short, wavy white hair in a soft, carefree style. Her complexion was nearly wrinkle-free. Although her skin was pale and she seemed tired, her blue eyes sparkled. Progressing through my patient assessment, I noted the hint of pink returning to her face, revealing a glimpse of this vibrant, full-of-life woman.
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Here’s Something to Feel Good About Today! Do you believe in the power of a hug? I can’t think of anything that connects people heart to heart more quickly then a giant embrace. Don’t wait for some else to initiate it, be the hugger and watch what happens. There isn’t anyone who won’t benefit from...
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On vacation, I like to pretend I’m a different person. A person who loves adventure, who tries new things, who revels in challenges. A person who thinks there’s nothing more wonderful than tossing aside everyday routines.
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When I sat down at the computer this morning, I remembered my college days, tap-tapping out reports on my old Smith Corona typewriter. And then I envisioned the maple desk it sat on. I hadn’t thought of that desk in years.
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In 1975, a year after a difficult divorce, I decided to do something special for myself and get silicone implants. It was no big deal, everyone was doing it
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“Close your eyes; tight. Imagine the story I’m reading. Can you taste it? What are the smells?” my father would ask.
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List the most important people in your life, and write a descriptive phrase about each of them,” was the prompt I was given in my writing class. Checking my list, I brimmed with emotion, craving contact with several people, especially Dorothy, the woman I’d met when I was nineteen. In 1974 Dorothy and I had just begun a...
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One blustery Saturday afternoon, I stood on the curb beside my brother’s minivan. I had not seen Ray in many years and we rarely talked, but his trip from Maine to a business conference in Buffalo had allowed a brief visit with me in Corning, New York.
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© Heather Summerhayes Cariou Her hands were larger than mine; her heart too, for that matter. She was twenty-two months younger than I, but her life was shorter. She was my sister, Pam. Her long, bony fingers were clubbed at the tips, with splayed, purple-tinged nails that suggested the lack of oxygen in her blood. Her palms were...
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