In case you missed the headlines, a couple of weeks ago I busted up my left knee pretty badly. And while it never actually made the headlines, it should have. It was that painful and important – to me anyway. Thankfully, with a sister who’s an OT and a little R.I.C.E. (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation), I’m on the road to recovery.
Needless to say the whole incident put a monkey wrench in my plan to be fit at forty. I had finally found a morning rhythm, getting up early and walking anywhere from 2-4 miles daily. I was even at the point where I was, wait for it… enjoying my walks. And then this.
I wish I could say I busted my knee hiking, preparing for a marathon or secretly rendezvousing with my mystery man one night. I wish I could say that’s how it happened. You know what really happened? I got up to take a sheet of paper off the printer *hangs head in shame* That’s it. There was no earthquake while I was reaching for the paper, and my printer didn’t start doing something out of a Transformers movie. I just stood up.
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Thanks to the magic of Facebook, I’ve recently reconnected with quite a few friends from high school. A couple of them remember the classes we had together, the teachers who taught us and even the conversations we had during those classes. One even remembers us being in chorus together in middle school! I’m thankful they have those memories and even more thankful they share them with me because here’s the thing – I don’t remember anything. Ever. My brain is like a cold battery that requires frequent jump-starts by other, fresher brains. In fact, I’m so bad, I’ve been accused of rewriting history. There have actually been occasions where I’ve been surrounded by family in the midst of recalling, and telling, a really great/funny/interesting story (in my really-great-story-telling voice) only to have my handlers (my sisters) announce to everyone in attendance, “ummm, yeah…that never happened. Not even a little.” (Photo: My Alma mater -Teaneck High School, Teaneck, NJ)
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Hey, it’s just me here. I’ve decided to create a separate category where I can take off my editor hat and write about anything and everything that interests me, which, after 40 years on the planet, is an awful lot.
If you know anything about me you know I love to read, love to write, and have an opinion (unfortunately) on just about everything. I wanted to create a space where I could freely share some of these opinions and life observations. I should warn you, at times what you’ll read here may be shocking. For instance, I have bought, read, and *hangs head in shame* enjoyed all four novels in the Twilight Saga (hey, I never said I’d be proud of everything I’d be writing about.) In this post I want to talk about my professional skills – or lack of it, as some of you have correctly suspected – as a writer.
I’ve been involved in writing on the corporate level for years and as legend goes, practically started reading before I could walk. While elementary classmates were involved in baseball and basketball, I was determined to excel in my elementary school’s read-a-thon, and win the Pete Rose Reading Award. I read 72 books that summer (ok, so most of them were 10 pagers) and won that award and an autographed Pete Rose baseball bat – Booya! Back then books were my friends and my refuge from a bunch of tough Philadelphia kids who weren’t quite sure what to do with me and my thick Jamaican accent. Continue reading Just me