Sometimes a trip isn’t enough: it takes total immersion to get the juices flowing again

When John White’s wife told him their marriage was over, he wasn’t sure how he would make it through.

Partially sedated in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU), I stared vacantly out the frost covered window, unfocused on anything in particular. My crying baby lay on a pillow beside me on my bed. I was breathing through a machine, but still aware of everything going on in my room. My husband popped a bottle of formula in Casey’s mouth, and tears welled up in my eyes.

There are entire websites devoted to top ten lists: Top Ten Incredible Smells. Top Ten Most Important Video Games of the 1980s. Top Ten Jailbreaks that Ended Badly. (I’m not making this up! These came from Listverse.com…)

My self-image—fit and healthy, damn near invincible—splinters on Friday, April 30th, when I suffer a Transient Ischemic Attack (TIA). I shrug off the first sign, a misplaced password; it happens to everyone. But when I can’t express myself and my speech becomes distorted and disoriented, my alarm grows, as does my husband’s as he tries to decipher