John Dickinson
I Retired, But I Didn't Stop Thinking . . .
Essays on whatever strikes me as interesting.
These are trickier tasks than you might imagine.
The family I do have has kept my spirits up as I go through the otherwise lonely and boring business of stroke recovery.
Everything from my shoulder down to my pinky finger was dead.
Christoph’s good humor, mixed with his insistence that I can do whatever he says I can do has meant that I am now walking,
Being wheelchair-bound redefined home.
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