Listen

Listen

Listen. To the songs, the birds, the vehicles, the music, the conversations, the machines, listen. To the food ordered at meal time, the umpire calling balls and strikes, the fans cheering, the planes flying, listen. To the piano, the guitar, the harmonica, the drums,...
My Own Underwater by Paul W. Smith

My Own Underwater by Paul W. Smith

I’ve known Chris as a writer for probably twenty-five years or more; however, the first time I met him face-to-face was five weeks after he was diagnosed with viral encephalitis. Although most of the people who knew him discovered that he had become a new Chris, I...
I Also Think of You

I Also Think of You

When rough waters and fierce storms interrupt our lives, our schedules will never be the same. The ruthless waves invaded our ordinary life novel. So I think of the one in twenty-six people in the United States who have epilepsy at some time in their lives. I think of...
Notice

Notice

We are busy. Very busy.  We are in a hurry. Always.  As we rush we miss so much. A face, a voice, a life, a story. An opportunity, an event. A need. A song, a sentence, a note, a need. The multiple methods of immediately obtaining information keeps us aware of...
More Suggestions from a Damaged Brain

More Suggestions from a Damaged Brain

As I mentioned in the previous blog, and as all who know me know, I am not a doctor. Underwater isn’t a medical journal. My confessions are not advice from an expert. But this story has taught me many lessons. Here are a few more suggestions that have helped me:...