Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Don't drink and drive!

A Joke - - - 

I would like to share an experience with you, about drinking and driving.

As you well know, some of us have been known to have had brushes with the
authorities on our way home from the odd social session over the years.

A couple of nights ago, I was out for a few drinks with some friends at the
Marriott Hotel and had a few too many beers and some rather nice red wine.

Knowing full well I may have been slightly over the limit, I did something
I've never done before: I took a bus home.

Sure enough I passed a police road block but as it was a bus, they waved it

I arrived home safely without incident, which was a real surprise; as I have
never driven a bus before and am not sure where I got it.

I crack me up!!

Monday, April 23, 2012

Until Today

Until Today
by j l mo

I can’t paint.

Well, honestly, I never truly could. I mean, Picasso or Rembrandt never had anything to fear as far as having the name j l mo come up alongside their ranks. No, I mean I can’t hold a paintbrush.

 Or write with a pencil.

Or sweep with a broom.

Or swish a mop. OK, those last two are not necessarily a bad thing.

Anything that requires closing my right thumb for support or operation is impossible without an inordinate amount of pain.

I miss painting, though. A room could be completely changed in an afternoon with paint, a paintbrush and rollers. Much to my husband’s chagrin.

The last time I painted must have been five years ago. I’d been suffering pain in my right hand for a few years. I told myself I was getting old and weak and I needed to work through the pain. So, I bought the paint and determined to paint the foyer of our home. After all, it’s only an eight foot-stretch of wall. I told myself I could do this.

I painted half the wall and could no longer hold the brush. Each and every time I stroked up, a jolt of pain shot through my hand and I dropped the brush. I tried again with a down stroke. The brush dropped again. I picked the damn thing up, clenched my teeth and tried again. And again. But the brush fell again and again.

I stared at my half-painted wall and at the brush splattered on the drop cloth with a feeling of utter defeat. My wrist hurt tremendously, and the frustration was so overwhelming. I started to cry. I called my eldest son, who happened to be free that day. He came over, and consoled me. Then he took the brush and finished the wall.

The doctor said the pain may be from arthritis or carpal tunnel syndrome (CTS). A couple of different ways existed for diagnosing CTS, and when I was ready, she would help me pursue those options. Well, I wasn’t ready for surgery, and arthritis means I’d take meds, right? My husband protested my decision to hold off.

For the next five years I wore a wrist support and learned to use my left hand. I developed a greater sympathy for those who are naturally left-handed in a right-handed world. When my husband suggested the surgery, I suggested he do it first. The pain continued to worsen as my right hand became weaker. I couldn’t even rest my hand on my hip.

Then came Doctor White.
I first heard of Doctor White while having to spend a week in the hospital with my dying father-in-law. A nurse asked me about my wrist support, then told me of a hand surgeon by the name of Dr. White who has a radically new approach to CTS. At the time I was not thinking about the wrist support I wore, or the pain in my hand.

A few months later, when my husband and I spoke of it, we researched “Dr. White” online and couldn’t find him. I thought perhaps I didn’t remember the name correctly.

Another year went by and the pain intensified. My hand became so weak, I needed to do something. Bring on the surgery. At my next doctor appointment, the Physician Assistant administered a quick test to determine if it was CTS. Let me tell you, the PA hurt me. The test comprised of bending my wrist, hand and thumb in various directions. It hurt. Diagnosis: CTS. A business card of the ‘best hand surgeon in the business’ was given to me. Yes, it was Dr. White.

When I called I was told the first appointment would be a consultation and the next available was in six weeks. I took it.

At seven that morning, I went to the doctor’s office for the consultation. In the waiting area was a poster displaying small pictures of pre- and post-op x-rays of patient’s hands. To look at my right hand, you would not know anything was wrong. The x-rays on the poster were a completely different story. These were people who truly suffered. Hands so deformed as to make a person gasp. I did not feel I had any right to be there. This doctor had far greater cases than dealing with me, a whiney woman with an ‘ow-ie’. As I thought of grabbing my purse and running, they called my name.

An x-ray was taken of my hand and in the next few minutes I sat at a table with the doctor looking at results.

“You have beautiful bones,” Dr. White said. “And here, do you see this?” He indicated a point on the x-ray that didn’t have clear, separating lines like the others. “This is the beginning of arthritis. But what you’re suffering is tendinitis.”

My heart skipped a beat. That’s all? I thought, excitement building because I wouldn’t need surgery. Tendinitis? I have a friends who suffer tendinitis in their elbow. Another friend suffers tendinitis in her knee. I won’t need surgery!

Dr. White is explaining something and pointing at papers in front of me. I probably need to be listening, but my heart is positively racing! Realizing tears of relief were building in eyes, I blinked and took a deep breath. He was still speaking. He wants me to sit next to another machine. I sat down and he put a gel on my wrist, then he rubbed a wand in the gel. I realize I’m getting a sonogram on my wrist.

“Huh,” the doctor said. “Would you look at this? You have two tunnels.”

“I’m sorry?”

Dr. White said, “It’s not highly unusual, but it is unusual. Well, we’ll just make it two shots to be certain.”

I realize I should have been paying closer attention. He has a needle in his hand and I quickly glance away. The papers are in front of me. I read the shot consists of Xylocaine, Marcaine, and Kenalog, as the needle hit my bone. He pulls my thumb and I’m certain the needle has now penetrated and become one with my wrist. Oh. My God. The pain. I can’t breathe. He pulled the needle out and my body sagged with relief.

I tried not to cry as he said, “Okay, one more.”

After the second torturous shot, he said, “The pain should be gone in the next four to seven days.” I ask if he’ll remove the embedded needle then. He grinned. I keep telling myself , It’s better than surgery. It’s better than surgery. It’s better than surgery.

I had been so scared of what a hand surgeon would do to me. Until Today.

It is now three in the afternoon and my hand is starting to recover feeling. I am so excited I will not need surgery.

I’m more excited that I had not been born with, nor did I develop the types of deformities those people in the x-rays suffered.

I think I’ll paint my living room ‘sage’ next weekend.

Thursday, April 12, 2012


To forgive is to break the chain that binds us to the one who hurt us.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

'Paint' Video for the "Memory Eater" anthology

My first published story, Paint, has it's own video. In all fairness, it's part of a compilation of all 27 stories included in the anthology, The Memory Eater. I am so excited!

Check out the video.

If you haven't already, please visit the kickstarter page ---

--- and see more of the stories and illustrations that will be published. If you are so moved, you could pledge from a dollar on up.

Thanks so much for your support!

~j l mo

Monday, April 2, 2012

The Memory Eater

Subject:  "Please support my writing on Kickstarter!"  

 Hello All!

I'm excited to share with you the news of a creative project I'm involved with—a fiction anthology called The Memory Eater: Stories that Erase the Past to Save the Future, created and edited by Matthew Hance.  The science fiction-inspired anthology consists of 27 uniquely written and illustrated stories based on a futuristic device with the ability to locate and destroy any memory in the human mind.  The concept—that everybody wants to forget something, don't they?—is intriguing, as is the format.  Each of 27 authors wrote an original story around the concept, and 27 artists contributed a companion original piece of art for the stories. My story, "Paint" was accepted for inclusion in the anthology.

The anthology was pitched to select publishers with positive feedback, but ultimately, Matt decided to take advantage of the evolving book publishing landscape and retain control over the book publication and distribution by raising the funds to self-publish.  Today marks the launch of the fundraising campaign to raise funds to publish The Memory Eater, which is ready to print right now!

Kickstarter is a unique Internet funding platform for creative projects by writers, musicians, artists, designers, filmmakers and visionaries of all kinds.  Artists post an in-depth profile of their creative work and ask interested people to pledge a donation over a short period to reach a funding goal.  If the goal is reached, the pledges are funded, and the artist can help bring their creative project to life. 

Please visit The Memory Eater fundraising campaign at and support my story. The page includes a project introduction video, story and art samples and links to several contributor web sites.  The platform offers several pledge levels ranging from $1-$300 with rewards attached to each donation.  Rewards run the gamut from written acknowledgement in the anthology, to free books, to bookmarks and T-shirts, to custom created, artist-signed The Memory Eater artwork on canvas.  Pledges are not collected (via PayPal or credit card) unless and until the project goal of $4,250 is reached in the 40-day campaign period.

The Memory Eater's Kickstarter campaign runs through May 12, 2012.  For further information about The Memory Eater anthology, visit Hance's blog at;; and Twitter at @TheMemoryEater.

Thank you for checking out the campaign and for your support of my work!

j l mo

Kickstarter is live!

This will be my first publication. My small contribution to the anthology is entitled "Paint", and I'm very proud that it is one of the few pieces labeled 'Humor'.

Please, gather the change in your bowl and pledge! You can go from $1 to $300. Check out the link below and enjoy.

And thank you, very much!
~j l mo

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Trayvon Martin v George Zimmerman

A summation from Dart Morales...

A dumb wanna-be cop and a dumb wanna-be thug meet in the dark to exchange bad decisions.