Merry Holidays

It's the day after Christmas and it suddenly feels like some sort of stress bubble has burst. Ahhh. Now vacation really begins. Hope everyone is enjoying their holidays and strategizing good ways to shed that chocolate-and-wine-every-night extra five pounds.

Classic Migraine With Aura

I can't stand the fact that I am a migraine sufferer, but I am and have been since my early 20's. You never forget your first migraine. Mine happened when I was in Montreal, shopping at Le Chateau with my sister and cousin. One minute I was dancing down the aisles to the beat of the pounding music, the next I was in a dressing room completely confused that I could only see half of myself in the full-length mirror.

I have what is referred to as Classic Migraine with Aura, which means crazy things happen before the headache arrives. Mostly, things half-disappear, like you're looking at a fractured mirror, unable to comprehend what exactly you're seeing. Sometimes spinning things appear, much like the spinning rainbow orb when something's wrong on your Apple computer, only the ones I see aren't colorful, just black and white. It is a terrible thing, this Classic Migraine with Aura, but it is also fascinating and surreal. It is said that Lewis Carroll suffered from Migraines and his novel Alice in Wonderland was born from that. I don't doubt it. 

These 'visual disturbances' last about twenty minutes and then, like clockwork, the headache appears, aggressive and relentless, usually on one side. It's almost as though they land, and stay a while, sometimes hours, sometimes days. After I was diagnosed, the doctor gave me medicine, but I have never taken it. I find a simple Advil or two or three takes the edge of the ache. I don't know why I'm resistant to anything stronger. And still, it is the aura that ruffles my feathers, not the headache. The aura often takes me by surprise, like the other day, when I was driving to the gym. I parked, checked a text that came through on my phone, and noticed that the letters looked funny - wobbly-like. Oh no, I thought, blinking the oddness away. Maybe I'm just tired? But soon it went from squiggly letters, to full-on fractured mirror. I didn't have sunglasses with me so I closed my eyes as a kaleidoscope of strange and trippy shapes invaded my vision.

My grandmother had headaches that were related to the weather, and although she was never diagnosed as having Migraines, I know she did. She was better than any Doppler Radar. She knew a storm was approaching long before the weatherman announced it. Having studied many a migraine book, I now know that barometric pressure is a big trigger. There are so many triggers: hormones, stress, nuts, bananas, soy, soda, cheese, dehydration, loud noise, smells, the list is endless and kind of humorous. It seems that everything and anything can cause migraine. There are also personality types that are prone to these headaches - perfectionists, people-pleasers, fear-prone...yeah, guilty as charged.

I know people who get these two, three, sometimes four times a week, and I can't fathom what that frequency might do to a person. I experience them four, sometimes five, times a year which already, in my opinion, is four or five times too many. There is not a lot of positivity to be extracted from the experience, but if I had to dig, I'd say that perhaps my headaches connect me to a larger universe of migraineurs, like my grandmother, for instance. Or maybe they are signs from above, or from deep within, saying stop, relax, drop what you're doing and just be. Maybe, if I'm lucky, I can tap into some expansive well of creativity the way Lewis Carroll did. Until then, I suppose I'll just have to roll with my own personal light show followed by my cap of pain, knowing that I am simply one of many who weather this electronic system glitch, this experience of being human.

Turkey Twenty-Twelve

Another year, another Thanksgiving. There was turkey...

Plenty of veggie options for this vegetarian...

Melange of desserts... (name card by 6-year-old nephew)

 There were boys...

Boys on mom's...

Grandma's putting socks on boys while boys checked on their wiggly teeth...

And what would Thanksgiving be without a turkey fruit bowl? (courtesy Michelle Kholos Brooks)

How was your Thanksgiving?

Happy Monday

I am over at Girlfriends Book Club today. Come visit!

Also, I am offering a pre-holiday special on my book Imperfect. For 12.00 I will sign, seal and deliver any hard copies to you, or as gifts. (U.S. and Canada only at this time)

Please private message me for details.

Riding on the Metro-o-o-o

If you live in Los Angeles, you know how debilitating traffic can be. If you don't, you'll just have to trust me; traffic is a toxic, soul-sucking experience when getting from point A to point B. So when my friend Michelle N. suggested we take the metro to see a play we had tickets for, I emphatically agreed.

The metro recently expanded to Culver City - about 15 minutes East of where we both live. Upon studying the website, she realized we could take it downtown, make one transfer at the 7th Street stop and then emerge about a block away from the theater.

I think I can speak for both of us when I say we LOVED the metro! The Culver to Downtown line runs above ground and we had great views of the city. We smugly pointed out all the brake lights as we passed a nearby freeway. "Who would choose to sit in traffic?" we mocked.


Upon arriving downtown, we took the long, sleek escalator up, up, up...

...and this is the view after stepping out of the station.

Downtown! I sing thee praises!

The play Seminar, however, wasn't exactly praise-worthy, in my humble opinion. When you have more fun getting to the play than the play itself, you know you're in trouble.

There was a little glitch coming home. They were only using one track at the Grand stop but we didn't realize this until we missed our train. No worries, we just waited for the next one. 

And hey, what's that above our heads? Life-sized sculptures of people hanging from the ceiling. It was kind of cool, kind of creepy...

I am now committed to riding the metro as often as possible. I absolutely loved the hassle-free experience. L.A., you done me proud.

He's Baaaack!

I started this blog in 2008 as a way to connect with friends and share my experiences while canvasing for Obama in the state of Nevada.

I'm embarrassed to say that in 2012 I didn't find myself doing much of anything to help the campaign, except for a few donations and of course voting.

Needless to say, when Ohio went blue, this blogger was very, very happy. He is a brave man, tackling this job for a second term, but one thing I know: he will tackle it with class, dignity and heart.