Spine Surgery Epilogue

For 12 months, writing a sympathy note was agonizing, but creating a blog post was impossible. I was brimming with ideas, scenes, events, and stories that jumped about in my head like corn in a popper—exploding out of control, yet imprisoned, padlocked. I couldn’t organize them into the written words. Nothing made its way to the tips of my fingers. Banging my head against a wall didn’t seem to help. In May, I took a deep breath, backed away, and decomposed my physical troubles to give me insight into my writing troubles. Here’s what I found.