

Reflections on 9-11.
It was November 29, 2001. The global significance of the time and place of such magnitude that this farm kid was beside herself with excitement and pure terror.


My Neurologist Left Me.
For eight years and one month (But who’s counting?! Me …), Dr. Dunnigan graciously held my hand as I was hurtled off the Yellow Brick Road and tried to find myself and some semblance of good health.

