Bonni Brodnick Blog

Here was my morning news round-up before even putting my feet on the floor. From bedside perch, I'd call out, "Hey, Google, play 'NPR News Now." (Could call out to Alexa, but she doesn't live here.) Five-minute episodes updated hourly that cover top headlines. When that was finished, I went to "CNN 5 Things to Know," then "AP Radio News Update" and, finally,   New York Times "The Daily." I wanted to be sure I was au courant with what was happening in the world. Now? I tune into "NPR News Now" and that's it .  The news is all so disturbing. Every one of these words triggers anxiety: Gaza, Hezbollah, Israel, Lebanon, Iran, Strait of Hormuz, Trump and his lovely wife Melania, the Epstein files, and these are just top o'the news stories.  I feel crazzzzzed even telling you this, but I've found a better way to start my day. Not listening to all the news first thing. (Breathe deep, Bonni.)

Nothing is more rewarding than receiving reviews like these for  My Stroke in the Fast Lane: A Journey to Recovery . Many thanks to these readers for their kind words on Amazon and Goodreads.            "Bonni’s books are instantly engaging, no matter the topic. Her writing is wonderfully lyrical, even when describing t he indignity of hospital gowns. This book is a love story and a deeply touching tale of a woman heroically and humorously  navigating a sudden and seemingly insurmountable challenge in her life. Please gift this to yourself."  ~ WG          " A harrowing ride! 'I had a stroke while driving on 1-95' is the grabber. But the gripping brilliance of the book is how Bonni takes us with her into the dark trenches of recovery. Learning the most basic acts of walking and talking all over again is a grueling, embarrassing, humbling and ultimately enlightening journey--with laughs along the way. If you need ...

Happy Easter! The daffodils and forsythia are in full bloom, and the magnificent fragrance of magnolia trees heralds spring's arrival. I am reminded, too, of the fateful day nine years ago when I had my stroke on Easter Sunday morning on Interstate 95.  My Stroke in the Fast Lane: A Journey to Recovery   opens with the dining room table set in a seasonal theme of pastels with a porcelain bunny "... sitting on a patch of fake grass amidst chocolate eggs and jellybeans. The night before I baked a lemon-blueberry cake ... A ham was diagonally scored, each diamond studded with a clove, and put under a crown of aluminum foil in the refrigerator. All we needed to do was put it in the oven when I returned." Little did I know that I wouldn't return for months. I replay practically every minute of going to pick up my mother and all that ensued as I took a diverted route to Stroke Land.  But here I am! A badass, warrior STROKE SURVIVOR who savors every moment of being alive. Am...

After my stroke, Andrew officially created the position of "Cultural Director." My coming to the razor-thin edge of almost dying affected all of us.  In this new post, he wanted to take advantage of living closer to the city. No longer tucked away in the country, where the city was a good hour and a half by car, now, on a good night, we are only 36 minutes from midtown. (Andrew times it.) We regularly shoot into Manhattan to hear concerts at Carnegie Hall and Geffen Hall, attend the opera at The Metropolitan, see Broadway shows, and visit museums. In our town, we also have a Music Hall from the 1860s and Jazz Forum. I like to boast that this venue is on  Downbeat Magazine 's   list of the "100 Best Jazz Clubs in the World."  For upcoming concerts, I'll get a text: "Listen to Sibelius violin concerto and Dvorak 7. Later in the month we hear Beethoven quartet 15. His late quartets are extraordinary." Next text: "Also Silbelius symp 1 and Grieg p...

  It was afternoon, and my phone rang. A call from grandson in Brooklyn. He couldn't get the screen right, but I was charmed by him. Delighted by him! Uplifted by him! He made my day. I look at this photo often as I dearly miss my mother, and a very close friend passed last weekend. (In his sleep, in his bed next to the man who was the love of his life. JL made a graceful departure we would all want to happen to us.)  The photo makes me at least try to embrace the continuum of life. What's the phrase? One day at a time.  Look around you and seek inspiration from the little things. (For me, it was from this under-3-feet-tall person calling me in the middle of the day to say hello and "I love you, Bebe.")

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