Deb Brandon: Living in Radiant Color

The Queen

Queen Elizabeth The roar of a diesel engine fills the universe, my universe. Then dies abruptly. Close your eyes. Think of the queen. I picture her wave, the barely discernible motion of her wrist—so efficient and graceful. Her corgis trailing after her. “Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.” What did Ellen DeGeneres say about a kingdom? … Read more


My psychiatrist was very forceful. “You need to talk to your neurologist to find out what is going on.” Though my latest brain MRI report mentioned a possible bleed from a new angioma, my neurologist failed to tell me about it. I found out after my appointment with him when I read the report myself. … Read more


After the thudding came the tapping, then the sound of a bus engine idling. Next the amplified buzzing of a bumblebee, and again, “Thud, thud, thud.” I could certainly think through the silences between the knocking and clanging, and I was okay with monotone noises, like whirring or buzzing. But I just couldn’t focus during … Read more