Life through the Lens of Parkinson's
Parkinson's changes life. It's still life.
The process of learning what foods we like can be fun. It's not so fun to find out what we don't like. By Teresa Swartz Roberts Blog Post 57. Copyright 2024 Maybe I am the recipient of a little bit of poetic justice. When I met my future daughter-in-law, I thought she was polite and … Continue reading The Clean Plate Club
The view from my chair is comforting. By Teresa Swartz Roberts Blog Post 56. Copyright 2023 The governor of Maine was on the screen of my family room TV in Metro Atlanta. But as I listened to her update the press about the shooter in the two terrible attacks in Lewiston, I didn’t hear the … Continue reading A Sense of Place
My rainbow is imperfect. By Teresa Swartz Roberts Blog Post 55. Copyright 2023 I was working with a client in the writing center. We had been crowded that day. Lots of papers were due. This student’s professor was a stickler for grammar rules. The student writer had a pronoun antecedent disagreement issue. “A child develops … Continue reading Pride and Shame
My walker represents independence to me, but to others it says there's something wrong with me. By Teresa Swartz Roberts Blog Post 54. Copyright 2023 The Boy was three when he first encountered a little person. The man was about my son's height, middle-aged with a larger head than my son's and smiling from a … Continue reading What’s wrong?
Grandma Swartz and Jonah by Teresa Swartz Roberts Blog post 53. Copyright 2023 “A baby is God's opinion that the world should go on."--Carl Sandburg Grandma Roberts and Jonah "A baby is God's opinion that I should go on."Soon-to-be Grandma Grandma Shirley and Jonah I wonder sometimes what my purpose is, why I continue. Like … Continue reading The World Should Go On
I find poetry in more places than my bookshelf. by Teresa Swartz Roberts Blog post 52. Copyright 2022 I was thinking about poetry when I started to dance. I have brilliant little bursts of ableness from time to time. When it happens, I try to get work done. Not today. Today I danced. Today the … Continue reading On Finding Poetry
A luggage cart, a plastic tote, and a couple of bungee cords, and I had a snow-resistant cart that I could roll all over campus. By Teresa Swartz Roberts Blog post 51. Copyright 2022 I was one of those people who always seem to be working. I would carry a briefcase and a stack of … Continue reading Working
Gordon's eyes were not smiling. By Teresa Swartz Roberts Blog post 50. Copyright 2022 In just about every picture of little kid me with my three brothers, Gordon is carrying me. I don’t remember all that well, but the photographic evidence shows that I must have spent a lot of time on his hip. I … Continue reading Big Brother Gordon
My hair was the easiest way to cover my scar before it had healed enough to use makeup to hide it. I don't cover it up anymore. By Teresa Swartz Roberts Blog post 49. Copyright 2022 I have a scar on my face, the kind of scar that makes me divide my life into before … Continue reading Every scar tells a story
Our family deals with challenges by learning. Information helps us process. But TMI is a real danger. By Teresa Swartz Roberts Blog post 48. Copyright 2022 We stepped off the T holding hands so that The Boy wouldn’t get lost in the rush of subway passengers. He hung between us, his arms stretched as far … Continue reading Remembrance
