By Teresa Swartz Roberts Blog 36 Copyright 2020 My painting says more than my words are able to. I call it Life Through the Lens of Parkinson's.
The word of the day is inadequate. By Teresa Swartz Roberts Blog 35. Copyright 2020 The word of the day is inadequate. It’s a word I use to describe myself sometimes, particularly when I’m meeting with the social worker/counselor who works with my general neurologist’s office. I am inadequate. It can be a dark thought. … Continue reading On inadequacy
My son's wedding has me nostalgic for mine. Our chubby bride and groom cake topper has lasted through 36 years and 13 moves. By Teresa Swartz Roberts Blog 34. Copyright 2020 The Boy got married today. The day was perfect for an outdoor wedding, blue skies peeking through dramatic rolling clouds, a little breeze teasing … Continue reading The Boy Gets Married
I wear a cloth mask to pick up groceries. I wear the Parkinson's Mask all the time. By Teresa Swartz Roberts Blog 33. Copyright 2020 I wear a mask. When I take it off, I’m still wearing a mask. I don’t wear a cloth mask because I am afraid or a sheep or making a … Continue reading Under the Mask
By Teresa Swartz Roberts 32. Copyright 2020 The indoor pool reopened this week. But I’m not ready. The county is being careful. Only 10 people are allowed in the water at one time. Swimmers and water-walkers have to make an appointment with the front desk, and they are limited to one hour inside the building. … Continue reading Almost Ready
I learned how to get out of quicksand from 1960s TV. Nowadays, you can find the article "How to Get Out of Quicksand," complete with illustrations, on wikiHow. Quicksand has turned out to be more of a metaphorical problem for me than a physical one. By Teresa Swartz Roberts 31. Copyright 2020 I put on … Continue reading I put on a bra today
With Parkinson's, hula-hooping has come full circle for me. By Teresa Swartz Roberts 30. Copyright 2020 I don’t remember when I got my first hula-hoop. I do remember looking down at my chubby belly undulating and making the hoop form its Spirograph circles around my middle. I do remember the sound it made, a unique … Continue reading Hula-hooping
When I started falling, I felt fragile as an egg. I held onto this blog post for a year until I was ready to share it. A new med regimen and extensive use of a walker have kept me vertical for long enough that I no longer feel pre-broken. By Teresa Swartz Roberts 29. Copyright … Continue reading On the Way Down
She didn't like photos of herself, so I'll respect that and post this sweet elephant in the room. l miss her. I didn't know that the last time I saw her would be the last time I saw her. By Teresa Swartz Roberts Blog post 28. Copyright 2020 The last time I saw her, she … Continue reading The last time I saw her
This motorized cart crossed a line with me in it. Note: I'm running out of previously-posted entries. Here's a new one. By Teresa Swartz Roberts Blog post 27. Copyright 2019 Outta my way, Monkey Fighters! I crossed a line. I went into a big-box store and marched up to the motorized cart parked by the … Continue reading Outta my way, Monkey Fighters!