All Work and No Quarantine
It’s hard for me to fault people like this, people who try to go about their jobs and daily lives, unfazed by the reality of a deadly virus. It’s hard for me to fault them because, once upon a time, I did the same thing.
It’s hard for me to fault people like this, people who try to go about their jobs and daily lives, unfazed by the reality of a deadly virus. It’s hard for me to fault them because, once upon a time, I did the same thing.
One of the most memorable events in Serena’s life after she entered adulthood began by sliding down a set of stairs on a mattress. Children do this for fun, sure, but Serena was 18 — an adult — and by no means was she having fun. She was trying to see a doctor.
Briefly, I want to do a round-up on the January 21st protests. I will, for the most part, keep my commentary to a minimum. However, I do want to say how proud I was to see such an enormous amount, and diverse group of people coming together, not just for the greater good of our …
*A version of this article first appeared in December 2016 in The Oregonian. Six years ago, before developing chronic illnesses, I considered myself a steward of the environment. Each morning I got out of bed and dumped a large bucket of shower water into the toilet to trigger its flushing mechanism. If it had recently …
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I love to break things. Yeah, I know, who doesn’t? But I get such a satisfying feeling when I break something. Maybe not a bone, or a really expensive gadget, but breaking something cheap and discardable is satisfying. VERY satisfying! In 2011, after I was sick for a year, but had yet to learn much …
This post is about a secondary sickness from cold, which I got on top of my existing chronic illnesses—MECFS and Lyme. At the time, I happened to be reading the famous article about Frank Sinatra having a cold, so here’s my version: Jamison Hill, holding a shot of Jameson Irish whiskey in one hand and …
I’m sitting across from an empty seat at Elephant Bar in San Leandro, of all places. Why the hell am I at the Elephant Bar in San Leandro? I’m nervous, so terribly nervous that my lunch companion will not show up, leaving me to eat alone, negating the great effort I’ve taken to get myself …
Tuesday was a bittersweet day. I felt the hype yet I was hundreds of miles away from the excitement. Masses of protesters gathered in 25 cities all over the world and many, many more took to social media. From a distance I could tell all of the protesters brought something unique to the day’s events. …