Author Archives: asodesune

A novelist looking for first publication. Retired acting teacher who is not very old but old enough. Obsessive writer.

Black Rage Spills Out

I am white and I do not understand black rage. None of my ancestors, as far as I know, were lynched, beaten, bought and sold, refused service because of the color of their skin, degraded by a word created solely to debase and humiliate them, spat upon for being black, arrested while driving black, called [...]

Ruminant’s Last Cud Chew

That I am bored with hospital discussion is probably obvious, and at this point a bit disconcerting because I really want to forget the experience. Or, at least relagate it to a small room in my mind where it can be visited briefly when need be. Like grief, I never want to forget it completely, [...]

Hospital Fare: Crud and Whey

Having been a vegetarian for three or four years, I was quite reluctant to eat meat when my doctors suggested I do so. They said I needed protein and that meat was the easiest source. I didn’t want to eat meat or fowl or fish, even. Dairy was abhorrent including eggs. Although I could not [...]

The Return of the Non-ruminant

I took some time off from writing last week, mainly because I had so many things to do, like make Brunswick Stew for a dinner party Friday night. Terry’s son, Brian, and his family came over for dinner, and I volunteered to make supper. Big mistake for I got so tired I was a wreck [...]

A Day in Hospital

It is 6 a.m.  Light from above abducts me from the best dream I’ve had since coming to hospital: I dreamt I was going home. A nurse says good morning to me in a voice dripping with insincerity and routine, and I want to reach through the haze of the rude awakening I feel around [...]

Non-ruminant Continues Ruminations

Okay, I’m in hospital, it’s around 9 p.m., and I’m trying to go to sleep, which I do and am loving it when the light goes on and a CNA growls, “Vitals.”  What that means is she will check my blood pressure, my temperature and my oxygen level. Innocuous stuff, but just enough to fully [...]

Ruminations From a Non-ruminant

Boy, I was sick.  I mean ill, laid up, under-the-weather, puking, flat-on-my-back sick.  Now, I am sure not too many people want to hear or read about another’s illness, and I don’t expect anyone to read much passed the first sentence.  However, I do this for me.  I can sort out feelings I had, or [...]