I’m lucky to count so many as friends and so few as enemies. Oh, I’ve made a few of those, mostly by standing up against abusers (they don’t like being confronted, called out or embarrassed), and they’ve come after me with sharpened teeth and rapier witlessness.
But that’s life.
And so is dying, which seems to be happening over here. Or, extreme daily illness.
I don’t want any wishes to get better; they’re only tiring at this point. I’ve been fighting this for a year on every front. I’m no pushover and have fought mightily, with energy that I no longer have, with health that has been diminished by the many months…. Continue Reading
The decline and end (and beginning) of an age. An interview with Liam Scheff and Kayemmo KMO O’Khan. For the record or the road: an interview on many to most of the things that I think, write and talk about:… Continue Reading
by Liam Scheff Some, perhaps many of you know that I’m very ill. I had a series of disasters occur during dentistry about six months ago resulting in a number of lasting, invasive brain-related symptoms that are rendering life as… Continue Reading
by Liam Scheff This was begun as a letter I wrote to a friend, a “just in case.” If things go badly for me, you can let people know it was the constant physical pain that did it; not a… Continue Reading