The Isles of Ill

The Isles of Ill

Finally, our week in 1996 is over. Despite promising Electra and passengers to leave this sorry place ASAP, I had a problem … where to go, and how to go without having that second appointment with Dr. Who? It was he, who would make Dave’s official diagnosis! But Dr....
Not Good

Not Good

Once again Dave and I are seated in Dr. Who’s office. Dave stares vacantly out the window while I anxiously await the results of the “mean machine’s” symphonic scan. Fearing the inevitable “fate knocking at the door,” I tell myself, “change your focus.” The rhythmic...
The Unkind Symphony

The Unkind Symphony

Dr. Who, dwarfed behind his massive desk, continued asking me questions. He didn’t include Dave in the conversation, so my immediate reaction was ‘I don’t like this guy.’ He simply dismissed my husband, assuming Dave was unable to understand and/or participate on any...
Electra Meets TARDIS

Electra Meets TARDIS

Last week I gave a wistful goodbye to my young, handsome Dave before climbing into Electra along with the other passengers. We settled into our seats. Electra’s cabin grew quiet. Each passenger withdrew into a space of private thoughts. As for me, I reflected on the...
Mom’s Picnic Basket

Mom’s Picnic Basket

Recall that we all needed a rest after last week’s jolting ride on the “Dodgem” and opted for a picnic break. I already knew what yummy foods Mom had packed in her wicker basket, so I wasn’t surprised to find fried chicken, bread and butter sandwiches, relishes, hard...