My physical therapy orders indicated I had a Colles fracture.   So I Googled it.  Fracture of the wrist, usually from falling on an outstretched hand.  You don’t say.  Colles fractures, my…

I remember how disturbed I felt reading Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead. The eponymous characters felt so untethered. With no real idea of why they were…

We agreed we’d talk about showering with a broken arm.  Well, we agreed I’d talk, you’d read.  Yes, we did.  Let’s just get something — as Aaron Sorkin might say — out on…

There is so much wisdom to be gained from a broken arm.  Refrain from breaking your arm chief among that wisdom.  I’m going to impart some of…

I was in the doctor’s office, struggling to process the orthopedic surgeon’s declaration.  “I need surgery?” I said.  “Well, yes,” he said. “Without surgery, that…

Humphrey is a bad, bad boy.  And I never should have tempted fate with my jabs at the universe.  Humphrey was scheduled for removal on…

So, I flirted with the universe’s algorithm for disaster last week with full knowledge of two things.  One, it’s November. And we all know how…

Willie explains to me — often — how she spends her day.  See, Willie hates her apartment.   The apartment I picked out for her after…

So, we’re on the phone with the Temple of Doom, who assures us nobody is hurt.  “Not too badly,” they said.  In the eternity before…