I sort of fell down the stairs a few months ago. I say sort of because I caught myself before gravity entirely grabbed me.

Garry said “You can’t ‘sort of’ fall down the stairs. You either fall down the stairs or you don’t fall down the stairs.”

“Well, I only fell down half the stairs. And I’m pretty sure I didn’t break anything.”

“What were you doing on the stairs?”

“I was going to get the mail. I started down, but on the second step, my ankle turned. I knew I was going to fall, but I grabbed the railing. So I only fell the first couple of steps. And I did something to my foot,” I finished. Lame. Limping.

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I showed him my foot. It was swollen. The toes were sort of purplish. Not aligned in the usual way.

“It’s only my foot,” I pointed out. “It could have been my back. That would have been really bad. This is nothing. Really. Aren’t you glad I was able to grab the railing and keep from falling all the way?”

He looked like a gathering storm and was not smiling. Not even a tiny smirk. “It,” said Garry, “Is not nothing.”

Garry said if it looked bad in the next morning, I would have to see a doctor. Get an x-ray. I pointed out it’s the end of the month and we are out of money. We can’t even afford a copay, much less medication or a pair of crutches.

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He said he doesn’t care. I need to see the doctor. I said I don’t think it hurts enough to be serious. He pointed out that I’m a bad judge of what “hurts enough” since I pretty much never think anything hurts enough to go to a doctor.

Do I know how to have fun or what?



The universe is telling me to focus on love. What is it saying to you?

Just one?

I cannot fit my love into one image. There is too much I love. People, activities, art, beauty, nature.

And then, there’s life. Which is love.



What would you ask for if a genie granted you three wishes?


Health for me and those I love. And universal health care for absolutely everyone.

Wealth sufficient to live comfortably without a constant struggle.

Wisdom to understand what it’s all about. All of it. Everything.

What experiences are most meaningful to you?

Everything is experience. Everything has meaning and value. Every breath is an experience. As you age, it’s hard to remember the details of what happened along the way, even when it seemed terribly important at the time. If nothing else, age puts everything into perspective. Even perspective.

I don’t believe any single life experience is the “aha” moment.

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As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

  1. I wanted to be a cowboy, but I lacked a horse. And to be fair, there’s not a lot of positions open for girls from Queens.
  2. I yearned to be a ballerina, but I was a klutz.
  3. I thought I could be writer because even when I was very young, I was writing stories and stuff. Writing won the toss. It was the right call.

A life path is not exclusively about what one wants. It’s also what you’ve got to work with. Like talent. Creative vision. Ambition and drive to succeed. Plus so many other qualities you never know about — until you need them.

Complete this sentence: The best day of my life was … I have no idea. Really. I don’t. I can tell you my favorite year (1969). But best day? No clue. At this point, the best day is probably tomorrow.

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