La Saga de las Grietas

  ¿Parece doloroso? Es. Estuve enfermo por semanas. Después de salir de ese abismo, recuperé la confianza. Demasiado, yo diría. ¿Recuerdas esa sensación gloriosa que obtienes cuando la penumbra de la enfermedad abandona tu cuerpo? Lo recuerdo, pero ya no me toca. Aún así, hay un rayo. El recuerdo me toca. Pero la esclerosis múltiple... Continue Reading →

The Saga of Cracks

Look painful? It is. I’d been sick for weeks. After I crawled out of that abyss, I regained confidence. Too much, I’d say. Remember that glorious feeling you get when the dimness of sickness leaves your body? I remember it, but it no longer touches me. Still—there is a glimmer. The memory touches me. But Multiple Sclerosis... Continue Reading →

Istiak एक गुर्दा की जरूरत है

    क्या यह मुस्कुराते हुए चेहरे याद है? मैंने अपनी पोस्ट में इस्तिक के बारे में लिखा: https://joycebowen.wordpress.com/2017/09/10/am-i-a-racist/   बार-बार, मैं सुविधा स्टोर में जाता हूं, और काउंटर के पीछे एक स्कॉलिंग इस्तिका होगा। मैं तड़के और मुस्कुराया, और अंत में पाया गया कि Istiak मुस्कुराते हुए इन तस्वीरों में महत्वपूर्ण रूप से चित्रित... Continue Reading →

Issy’s smile

via Istiak Needs a Kidney I saw Issy this morning.  His smile is brilliant.  He told me he showed his mother this post, and she told him it was a good omen.  He has accepted that he will probably die and that I do not doubt with the small response to this post.  I consider Issy... Continue Reading →

Tears in My Heart

I try to deal with issues that can touch all of us at some time or another. Here is one of mine that I’m sure others have dealt with I dance between self-preservation and helping a loved one. Of course, if that loved one does not want help and the issue encompasses one’s life, self-preservation... Continue Reading →

A beBee Celebration

  Too early? Not in my dreams.  And I have a recipe for you. I took a tumble the other day and cracked a rib, etc. I’m an opponent of painkillers, so my way to deal with the pain is to sleep—a pleasant recourse as my dreams have been vivid and filled with pleasure. I woke from... Continue Reading →

Istiak necesita un riñón

Istiak necesita un riñón. ¿Recuerdas esta cara sonriente? Escribí sobre Istiak en mi publicación: https://joycebowen.wordpress.com/2017/09/10/am-i-a-racist/ A menudo, iba a la tienda de conveniencia, y había un Istiak frunciendo el ceño detrás del mostrador. Yo engatusé y sonreí, y finalmente encontré ese sonriente Istiak representado tan prominentemente en estas imágenes. Siendo enraizado en la mente de un... Continue Reading →

Istiak Needs a Kidney

Do you remember this smiling face? I wrote about Istiak in my post: https://joycebowen.wordpress.com/2017/09/10/am-i-a-racist/. Oftentimes, I would go into the convenience store, and there would be a scowling Istiak behind the counter. I cajoled and smiled, and finally found that smiling Istiak so prominently depicted in these pictures. Being rooted in the mind of a journalist, I poked and prodded Istiak’s personality until... Continue Reading →

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