Working it Out: Summer Days and RA

It was a long time coming - the sublime transition from cool spring days to sultry summer twilights' was a stormy one, and not just for the weather but also for my joints. The air in recent weeks has been heavy and like a tropical rain forest - fantastic for keeping the yearly forest fires... Continue Reading →

Dancing with the Ripples

A cloudless blue sky looms over the tepid waters of the pool - a light breeze brushes the leaves, startling them into whispered conversation. The liquid glass surface shimmers beneath the sunlight, rippling gently against the pool’s edge. The days of summer stretch out ahead of me, sparkling like the ginger bubbles in a glass... Continue Reading →

Stepping Stones

I have always moved. I danced, I hiked, I jogged, and I walked. I was enthralled with the muscular flexibility of my body. I reveled in my aptitude and strength. I found music in the way I moved. RA changed all of that, switching my rhythm to an unwanted cadence. The graceful unfettered flow of... Continue Reading →

At the Top of My World

An overcast day slipped in between a stretch of sultry temperatures that magically appeared one day on the heels of a drizzly start to the summer. It was a perfect day for a hike, bathed in the soothing dryness of cooler temperatures, the sun’s burning rays contained within downy clouds that shrouded the sky. My... Continue Reading →

No More Summertime Blues

It’s the time of year when the smell of coconut sunscreen perfumes the air, pants and shirts are replaced with tank tops and shorts, kids linger on the streets long after twilight, and people fall to the charms of a red sun sinking beyond the water’s edge. Everything slows, allowing us to hear the drone... Continue Reading →

Blooming Again

The haunting cry of a seagull mingles with soft music playing in the background. I inhale, reaching my arms skywards, my face turned towards the sun long enough to feel it’s welcoming kiss; I swoop forward, bending towards the cool earth, my hands dangling above whitewashed daisies rising up from the lush ground, lingering just... Continue Reading →

A Complex Question

The air beyond my comforter is cold, laden with the dampness of last night’s rain. I move slowly, listening to the music of tiny cricks as my muscles come to life; I stretch out, feeling the bulge of swelling around my ankles, knees, and fingers. The heat from my mattress pad has taken the worst... Continue Reading →

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