So, here I sit, awaiting the storm of the year with 7.5 million other Americans. And.And it's definitely coming. I witnessed the first snow flake only minutes ago. It was deceptive, though. Just one little, delicate, angelic flotation free-falling from the sky. So innocent, so representative of all those anticipated snow days from my youth: the sled riding parties and bonfires; hot cocoa a freshly baked cookies afterwards; the nights when winds knocked out our power and my family snuggled together around the gas oven to keep warm; the endless hours of card games... Those were the good ol' days. I love winter. I love snow. Until this year, I thought winter was my friend and that the heat aggravated the MonSter that roars within me. I am beginning the think I as wrong. Anyone afflicted with a drop foot know the frustration of trying to keep up with the rest of the walking world. Normally my own condition improves in cooler climates. This winter, not so. The simplest journey has
Lisa A. McCombs: Award Winning Author, MS Warrior,Reviewer of Books,Public Speaker