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...
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...
A Sign to Stay

A Sign to Stay

I recently smiled as I walked into a conference room the night before speaking there at a convention. That is best for me—knowing the environment early, rehearsing my way to the rooms, practicing the travel time, adjusting to the atmosphere. Standing near the stage, I...
Epilepsy and Caregivers

Epilepsy and Caregivers

People with epilepsy aren’t the only ones in this story. Think of the caregivers. Think of those in the medical and psychological fields. Think of neighbors and employers and teachers. It’s not easy being us. But it’s also not always easy being with us. Maybe we can’t...