I love this wine, the taste and the symbolism. Every time I open the bottle, I stare at that label and think- how ironic. “The Prisoner.” He appears to be in some sort of jacket, bound in chains and shackles that tighten with the twist of the knob around his ankles. So specific, I wonder what the winemaker thought, experienced, endured while harvesting the grapes and waiting to see what they’d yield...
Reality vs. Creativity: Epilepsy Awareness
(This post is part of the Epilepsy Blog Relay™ which runs from November 1 through November 30.) You know what a new med is like? It's like hope, optimism, your savior, terror, your enemy, the one thing that can make you worse. This last time, while I was in the hospital, we ditched one med... Continue Reading →