often, with a concussion, we visualize pictures, like the above, which is a group of flowers, and the one above that, which is a collage, that came to mind, while I am in the artistic mind about who flowers, and other images can be distorted when one has a concussion. Be patient, things will and do clear
Grief, sweeps through your body and soul, like nothing I had ever experienced. After my late husband died, l993, I thought I would never recover. Grief is a strange phenomenon. More is written about this part of my life in my book, 'Molly and Monet." My late husband gave me the greatest present that anyone living who knows they are dying
I never knew my grandparents very well. My grandfather was from Odessa Russia, and so was my grandmother. They struggled in Russia and later they would escape the struggles of the Pogroms. Their lives were quite difficult, knowing that they must leave the city at night, but could come into the city by day. My father was born in Russia,
