Not The Man I Used To Be Thanks to Parkinson’s disease, I’m not the man I used to be. Let me count the ways. I’m slower than others in my age group. I tire more easily than others in my age group.…

I Feel It in My Bones One minute I was up, confidently and in retrospect, arrogantly moving through a restaurant dining room. The next instant, for no discernible reason, I was flailing the air, looking wildly, desperately, for something to grab to…

Dancing With Strangers Midway through the month of March, I plan to do something that scares me. I will step onstage as a member of a band that is playing for the bulk of the night at an Irish bar on St.…

Truth Written in Snow  There were my tracks, clear in the freshly fallen snow. But something was amiss. Instead of recording a healthy stride, with clean separations between the steps, they formed a pair of channels in the powder, mute testimony to…

Delay Penalty Few things come easily to those of us with Parkinson’s Disease. From the simple, tying your shoes, to the complex, rising from a chair, PD is there to make life more difficult. So anything that’s easier to do with PD, that doesn’t…

Losing a Step The moment it happened, I didn’t feel panic. No ominous music disturbed the calm of my afternoon walk, no menacing shadow fell across my path. No one whispered “run!’ urgently in my ear (Much good that would have done,…