For about a year I haven’t been able to speak—something I have written about extensively in this blog—and for a year and a half before that my speech was compromised, slow and increasingly garbled. Needless to say, this has presented some...
If I Could Speak Again
I’ve been dreaming recently that I can talk. In these dreams I always know that my ability to speak will not last; it will come and go, so while it’s available I have to speak quickly and efficiently to say everything I need to say. It’s a...
The Beauty of Silence
An image has been coming to me repeatedly of late: falling snow seen through a window, an image I associate with my New England childhood when snow often fell in great enough quantities to keep us home from school for a day—or more. The...