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Tuesday, January 30, 2018

SOTU Satire: The State of the Union is…Stupefied


Miracle GirlSOTU Satire: The State of the Union is…Stupefied

You sat through the words written by Stephen Miller for President Trump's first State of the Union address. But listen to the satirical SOTU speech of Miller's dreams. 
Was your ticket to Davos lost in the mail? Here's a peek into Trump's thought bubble as he delivered his "look at me, I'm so presidential speech" to the global elites who once shunned him. 
Where satire meets sorrow...

Friday, January 26, 2018

I was a Jewish Hitler in the Fifth Grade


Miracle GirlI was a Jewish Hitler in the Fifth Grade

If there were a hell, I would surely burn in it. In my ignorance, this girl of Jewish heritage stood in front of class and pretended I was Adolf Hitler.
Secular parents, look to my story and beware.

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Trump's First Year Down, Three More to Go (Better Stock Up on Antacids)


Miracle Girl: Trump's First Year Down, Three More to Go (Better Stock Up on Antacids)

Has it only been a year since Trump's inauguration? It's felt like a decade in Trump time.
While America survived Trump's first year in office (barely), there aren't enough antacids in the world to cope with the backwash of bile to come.

Friday, January 19, 2018

Open Letter to Fellow Progressives: Enough Already with the Purity Politics


Miracle GirlOpen Letter to Fellow Progressives: Enough Already with the Purity Politics

A politician walks away from politics to stand on principle. Now that's a movie Frank Capra could've written.

Mr. Flake goes from Washington for all the right, principled reasons. Can't we progressives at least agree on that?

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Jeff Flake: A Wingnut Fortified with High Moral Fiber


Miracle GirlJeff Flake: A Wingnut Fortified with High Moral Fiber
'Country over party' tweets GOP Trump critic Jeff Flake. C'mon, ya gonna let a rightwinger claim the moral high ground over you?
Repeat after me, fellow progressives: The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Friday, January 12, 2018

The Big Sick: A Must-See for Secularists and the Formerly Sick Alike


Miracle GirlThe Big Sick: A Must-See for Secularists and the Formerly Sick Alike

There's a reason why "The Big Sick" won the Critics' Choice Award for Best Comedy. It gets my Coma Choice Award, too. 
It doesn't take a VERY big sick to love the hilarious and deep comedy, "The Big Sick." But it doesn't hurt, either.

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Music Therapy: Revealing Awareness and Awakening It in Doctors Too


Miracle GirlMusic Therapy: Revealing Awareness and Awakening It in Doctors Too

Music therapy reveals misdiagnosed 'vegetative' patients, reaching the supposedly unreachable. And it could stimulate improved awareness. 
But what can raise the consciousness of their blindfolded doctors? Can it teach a lesson to those that wrote them off as hopeless?

Friday, January 5, 2018

My Top Ten Posts of 2017: Good Posts for a Bad Year


Miracle Girl: My Top Ten Posts of 2017: Good Posts for a Bad Year

Goodbye and good riddance to 2017. It was a difficult decade. At least, that's how long it felt like in Trump years.


But along the way, my ten most popular posts of the year provided context and comic relief in a trying year.

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Unpresidential Parallel Universe: Would I Be as Hypocritical as the GOP?


Miracle GirlUnpresidential Parallel Universe: Would I Be as Hypocritical as the GOP?

When politics runs off the rails, it shouldn't matter if the blame falls on the right or the left. An unpresidential president represents us all.
Presidents are rubber and Americans are glue. Whatever they say sticks to YOU.

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Not a miracle recovery, but a miracle of modern medicine

In 2013 I fell into a six-week coma and nearly died after I contracted legionella. The Legionnaire's disease was in turn triggered by immunosuppression caused by the prednisone I was taking for my rare autoimmune disease, dermatomyositis.

I suffered a series of strokes on both sides of my brain when the sepsis caused my blood pressure to plummet. I fell into a deep coma. My kidneys and lungs began to fail, as my body was began dying one organ at a time. My doctors told my loved ones to give up hope for my full recovery. They expected me to die, and even if I somehow lived, I would remain a vegetable or at best left so hopelessly brain-damaged that I would never be same. But unbeknownst to them, while they were shining lights in my eyes and shaking their heads, I was telling them in my coma-dream--my secular version of a near-death experience--to leave me alone because I was trying to get back to sleep. I was experiencing what is known as covert cognition, the subject of my Skeptical Inquirer article "Covert Cognition: My So-Called Near-Death Experience," which appeared in their July/August issue.

But it wasn't a miracle--despite what so many continue to believe--that I recovered so fully. I owe my life not to God, but the miracles of modern medicine, as well as the nature of the watershed-area brain damage I suffered, as I detailed in my article and in this blog.