We don't know what we have until it's gone
“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.” Harper Lee To Kill a Mockingbird LATE MARCH : Even as I was pounding away at the last of the winter ice, I knew I shouldn’t be doing it. Due to an old injury, my right shoulder is susceptible to heavy jarring and sharp movement. But I persisted. I wanted winter gone and spring to be here. TODAY : I am paying the price for that persistence. My shoulder is inflamed ( supraspinatus tendinopathy , said the doc) and, while spring is definitely here, I am not digging in with abandon. I am having to play it safe, take it slow, and try to work around the pain that comes from lifting and forward motions with my right arm — my dominant arm, the arm I most rely on for most things. Without even thinking about it. I hadn’t ever paid much attention to that arm or any of my limbs, really. Other than always being too short to reach the top shelf in the supermarket and having to always ask a nearby tall per...