The Migraine Diaries #2: Election Day [2008] available now on Kindle

My second short story in The Migraine Diaries series is now available on Kindle!  Link to The Migraine Diaries 1: Diagnosis [1981] Link to The Migraine Diaries 2: Election Day [2008] I am really proud of this one. Writing about myself as an adult is much easier; I am able to use my own true voice much…

The Migraine Diaries on Kindle

Late last night, I completed my first short story for digital publication, a much expanded version of The Migraine Diaries Three [1981] already found on this blog. J used a picture of me at the age I was in the story and created a Migraine365-esque cover for it; I am planning to publish “chapters,” about…

The Migraine Diaries: Four [1978]

It would start with a silent pop, a feeling of letting go, somewhere deep between the eyes and behind the bridge of my nose. Next came a similar burst of panic in my chest, rapid searching for the nearest tissues, washable cloth, or, if all else failed, a place to hide and cup my hand…

The Migraine Diaries: Three [1981]

Scuffed brown shoes, slither-slap, slither-slap on the worn but clean linoleum floor as I wait anxiously for the nurse Dr. Brown said would be arriving shortly. I have what they called a “gown” on top but this is nothing Cinderella would even have worn to clean out Lucifer’s litter box. Blue paper, white ties. Which…

The Migraine Diaries: Two [1979]

Don’t lie down while watching TV. I had learned that one the hard way, after several consecutive episodes of M.A.S.H. with my parents, lying on the couch because it was near bedtime, and sitting up at the ending credits with a sudden, blinding headache. Cartoons, too, on my stomach on the goldenrod carpet, chin in…

The Migraine Diaries: Prologue [2014]

At this point in my life, without assignments or deadlines, I can only write what I know best. Recently I find it easier to chronicle my headache history, which is firm and rooted, rather than hashing over my still painful and uncertain present. I have fictionalized by renaming, combining, and filling in, but never exaggerating….

The Migraine Diaries: One [1976]

Tiny little head, big bed. Diffuse curtain light too bright. Is it supposed to feel this way? Drifting miniature fairies dance the length of the beam. “Dust,” mama whispers, pressing the cool cloth gently across my forehead. It hurts more on the other side, but I don’t tell her. I close my stinging eyes, then…