Month: August 2016

Button It!  It’s Not Easy As It Sounds I remember reading about a matador preparing to enter the bullring to begin the “dance of life and death” referred to in Hemingway’s stories as the “moment of truth.”  The matador may have...

We’re a Little Testy, Aren’t We? It is August so the nightmares will begin.  I have had these beginning-of-the-school-year teaching nightmares since my first assignment in 1970.  The venues and people in the dreams may change...

Unfit to be Tied One result of my Parkinson’s is that my brain has replaced my two hands with oven mitts.  Surprisingly the oven mitts are still adept at certain things like tying small flies (an eighth of an inch), wielding the...

I Want to Stop and Smell the Roses, But I think I first noticed that something was wrong with my sense of smell when my English Leather didn’t smell right. For those of you young men raised on Prorosa or Truefitt & Hill...

Blog8_2_2016 Sherri With an “I”   Parkinson’s has definitely affected my ability to argue, and that is a shame because I love to argue politics and ideas and ethics.  That is a legacy from my four years at Villanova.  I am...