Pamela Gibson

I love the silence of my laptop, the words on the page are soothing because they can be read and don’t have to be spoken aloud. I hear them in my head. Their dialogue is crisp and clear. I don’t have to strain forward to get their inflection. Gradual hearing loss is sneaky. It creeps … Read more

  My Memorial Day story happened a long time ago, but I won’t say how long to protect my daughter who looks at least ten years younger than she is. I woke up to the radio blaring a pre-race broadcast from Indianapolis Speedway. Reaching over to turn it down, I paused. A rather sharp pain … Read more

My memory isn’t the greatest. Ask me what I had for lunch yesterday and I’ll probably wrinkle my forehead, twitch my nose, and then proclaim in a loud voice, “Leftovers!” But I’ve recently discovered a trait I didn’t know I had. My body remembers things my mind has forgotten. We just finished a five day … Read more

Cartoons are starting to spring up about people and their smartphones. I love the one showing adults with phones in one hand and leashes (for seeing eye dogs) in the other, or the one showing a caregiver guiding the texter (who has his eyes on the phone) across a busy street. I particularly like the … Read more

I am rarely at a loss for words, but I was yesterday…hence, no blog. Me: I must be dead. Mark: No, you’re still breathing. Me: Brain dead. Mark: (No response…he’s engrossed in whatever he’s reading on his Kindle). Me: Words are my business. Why can’t I come up with a topic? (I am speaking to … Read more