Archive | September 2016

Looking for a few good – readers?

One of the things I am most often asked about is my hypothyroidism.


Want to know what hypothyroidism feels like? This. This is what it feels like. (Photo courtesy of

How did I feel before I was diagnosed? How do I feel now?

What medication do I take? What doctor do I see?

And then the individual begins listing a myriad of symptoms, and I shake my head in agreement.

Initially, I could answer their questions in a few quick sentences.

Now, ten years later, I cannot. Not only that, but remembering all of it for a conversation, simply because there is so much of it now, is hard on my aging brain.

For the most part, for the past six years of those ten, I have had this disease under control. However, I had a set back this past summer due to a pharmaceutical error, and I found myself right back where I started from.


While on the couch doing nothing but – laying on the couch – and all summer – I started to look back on this disease and the toll it has taken on me and my family the past ten years. On the hours it has sucked from my life. On the days it has rendered me useless to myself and anyone else. And I decided that when I was better, I would write it all down in the hopes of helping others not only understand this disease but encourage them to seek help.

So Will Someone Please Shoot the Cuckoo? was born.guncuckoo-page-0

In anticipation of a release date – hopefully next month – I am looking for a few good readers – 30 to 50 to be
exact. To those readers, I will be giving away an Advanced Reader Copy (ARC) of Will Someone Please Shoot the Cuckoo?  in exchange for a review of that book to be posted before the book’s release date.

What is an ARC? It is a copy given away before the release date of the book, generally in exchange for a review. The ARCs are digital and not paperback, although there will be a paperback version available for purchase.

If you are interested, email me at I will send you an email with the particulars and you can make a decision as to whether you would be interested.

Feel free to pass this information along to family and friends. I am particularly interested in individuals who have had hypothyroidism, think they might have it, or know someone who does or might. This book will speak to them especially.



Losing My Mind (or at least important things)

Last night I had a scare.

No, I was not in the ER yet again. (Surprisingly, we have stayed out now for near
ly five months – better find some wood to knock on!)

No, there was not a sudden problem with a household appliance and neither was part of the house falling apart. (Another string of good luck on that one, although there is that funny toilet sound – hmmmm…….)

No, there was not a major car repair suddenly thrust upon me (unless I count needing brakes soon for the Dodge Ram . . .)

No, I simply lost something VERY important to me.

I repeat – I lost something VERY important to me!

Yes, Houston, er Crosby, er me – we have a problem. A big one!

I spent the greater portion of two hours searching every nook and cranny, all my little spots where I might have put something important. I remember moving it from a safe place to a safer place, but I couldn’t remember the safer place.

The spookiest part of the ordeal was that I have been deep cleaning my house


St. Athony, Patron Saint of Lost Causes (pic courtesy of


for the past two weeks. I’ve moved furniture (well Twin A & Twin B did), I’ve cleaned out closets, drawers, cabinets, hutches, etc. I’ve reorganized entire sections of the house in an effort to make things work for me.

And – I will admit it  – no matter how painful it is – yes – I have been known to lose things forever after one of these cleaning obsessions, uh binges, uh episodes, uh – whatever.

The loss put my whole evening in a funk. I finally gave up and prayed to St. Anthony of Padua, the Patron Saint of Lost Things.

Dear St. Anthony, please come around, something’s lost and must be found.

I also asked the Blessed Mother to help me find it as well. After all, how many times a day do I unroll my tired bones and help my sons (who am I kidding – it’s usually Twin B) find their keys – their wallet – a particular shirt  – blah, blah, blah! (At least they don’t need to find themselves.)

I then went to bed, determined that, in the words of Scarlett O’Hara – “Tomorrow is another day.”

This morning, I took another gander at my hutch where I have my Blue Italian Dishes. (Why Blue Italian? Well, that’s another story for another day.)  Yes, I had pulled out the gravy boat, the sugar and creamer, the cups, the bowls, and had done so at least twice yesterday evening. But this morning – there it was – on top of a stack of serving plates.

Let me say that dear St. Anthony has NEVER let me down. I must admit, this is not the first time I have called upon him to get me out of a jam. (I won’t even go into how many times a day the Blessed Mother is there when I need her.)

And no, I won’t tell you what I lost. But  – at least it is now found.