The Plog

This is the final entry in THE PLOG.  But that doesn't mean it's the last word.  Patricia Jempty, the author who always signed her ...

Five hours of medical treatment was all we could take. Fortunately it was all in the same place. Miriam, my yoga teacher, drove. I can'...

Writing this makes me shake. I was simply taking the two steps into the kitchen using my walker when I slipped and fell on my butt. My cente...

It was dark, about 2 am. I woke up with a hankering for seltzer. I carefully made my way downstairs, made way to the kitchen, and that'...

Beating leukemia to the ground is one thing; surviving the nasty side effects that linger for many years, possibly forever, can be daunting....

I left my house at 9:30 yesterday and returned at 4. No lunch, little water, lots of waiting. My upstate doctor wanted me to have a cbc befo...

I've been wanting a new pair of jeans to replace my beloved "Mom" jeans. They fit me so well but had so many holes that even t...