Category Archives: Health

House Arrest 3 (Civilization)

Posted on March 20, 2020 by sputterpub

It really shouldn’t come as a surprise that spreading illness is the biggest threat to us. Creating cities any size repressed the wise and let our breed forget direction, stars, and close geography, the good and bad of plants, the … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 2 (TV)

Posted on March 19, 2020 by sputterpub

There’s welcome rain outside my window now, as if the clouds were cleansing all of us who hunker in our homes, obeying how instructed to forestall the ominous. A sunny day would be more difficult; we’re overcast and want to … Continue reading →

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House Arrest One

Posted on March 18, 2020 by sputterpub

Day 1 of 21 is not so bad. I’ve food enough for near 2 dozen meals, and though the present’s feeling strange and sad I like my house, and solitude appeals to me, at least for goodly chunks of time. … Continue reading →

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Flustered at Russell

Posted on March 18, 2020 by sputterpub

Three blocks away three years ago she lost direction. She was driving to my place, and somehow her location wires crossed. She called me, flustered. I began a race to her on foot. I said, “Stay where you are,” and … Continue reading →

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Ridden and Written

Posted on March 16, 2020 by sputterpub

I used to ride my bike most every day. I used to try each morning to compose a poem, or put 300 words in play, but into every life existence throws up circumstances outside our control; I had to take … Continue reading →

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Fra(g)il(e)

Posted on February 28, 2020 by sputterpub

The left Achilles tendon tends to ache. The hip joint on that side is known to give. The portside shoulder yells at me to take my bra off twisted front, and now I live with twinge and weakness almost every … Continue reading →

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My Diet Secret

Posted on February 19, 2020 by sputterpub

A tonsillectomy at 5 years old resulted in a shape change, Mama said. Till then I seemed to always have a cold, but afterwards I gained and grew instead a steady challenge with obesity, forever adding girth instead of height. … Continue reading →

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Preschool

Posted on February 12, 2020 by sputterpub

Low-carbohydrate baking is our game on many Wednesdays. We try recipes with proxy flours, sweets of quirky name like Stevia and monkfruit. By degrees we’re learning how to bake a better snack, collecting psyllium, adjusting dose. We’re old and young … Continue reading →

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Oral Surgery

Posted on February 5, 2020 by sputterpub

I really should be glad it’s nothing worse. I’m generally healthy – that’s the truth. My aging cross to carry is the curse of chronic gum disease. Today it’s tooth enumerated 4 that I will lose (it’s not my first … Continue reading →

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Another from the Old Wives

Posted on January 27, 2020 by sputterpub

It’s every mother’s job to feed her young, innate and second only to the birth, to reproduce her heritage among the myriad of beings on the earth. But somehow that imperative to feed grew viral and took over like a … Continue reading →

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