Ellen Headlines
It’s an amazing thing to see your children blossom into adults before your very eyes.
I feel like my daughter’s life is on fast forward at times.
I am a terrible patient. I have no tolerance for being sick because in my world, I simply do not have time for such nonsense.
This approach has not always served me well. It has caused me to hemorrhage after a biopsy, sending me to the emergency room for stitches.  It has caused me to muddle through a case of mononucleosis at the ripe age of 35 – way past the age of contracting such a thing – without missing a day of work, when others would be out with a headache or a sore throat. It has also caused me to hemorrhage again after a major operation, spilling two pints of my precious blood supply before the doctor plopped my stubborn self in a hospital bed for three days.
As we celebrate Martin Luther King Day this month, I have reflected a lot recently on what his dream was, and whether we have achieved it. I believe he would be proud of the society, which we have become, but also believe that we have a ways to go yet.
Three of my best friends are African-American women. All are professionals. Two of them have advanced degrees. And all of them have overcome adversity to get where they are today
My aunt passed away December 24th in Maine. I was unable to attend the funeral but was talking to my sister the day before, who was accompanying my dad to Maine. She told me that another aunt, my Aunt Wina, said the visitation would be at the funeral home that she and I had "hiked to" for my uncle's funeral in the late 1990s.
Those years ago, when my uncle passed away unexpectedly while visiting with my family in Connecticut, the family had to deal with transporting the body back to Maine for the funeral.
I know two things:
1. Men and women are different.