Kathleen parker where is she

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And, unbeknownst to most people in Columbia, I had my column — a separate, private yet public life. So, I hooked a U-Haul trailer to the back of my car. I put a sleeper sofa in the back, a table, a chair, and a TV set, and I drove to Washington. I knew one person, and I rented an apartment, sight unseen, a studio apartment. I was 52 and on my way. So, I got here whatever year that was, 13 years ago. In-between, you know, I go back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, as needed.

Kathleen Parker: I have a big blue ostrich egg in my D. Woody and I consider our marriage and our family as the egg. Everything we do is always in support of the egg. If the egg is ever endangered, we do something different, right?

The egg is the whole. He grew up playing tennis , and he was a tennis star. He won the state championship in singles and the Southeastern in doubles. Back then, t hey played with little wooden rackets.

You take the point. Makes me so mad. I would fight over that point. Not Woody. You take it. Someone sustains a traumatic brain injury every 13 seconds in the United States; this can be a jolt, bump or blow to the head. Falls account for 47 percent of all traumatic brain injuries TBI. On average, there are 2. Currently, there are 5. TBIs cause 30 percent of all injury deaths in the United States. One type of traumatic brain injury is a concussion, which occurs when your brain essentially crashes into your skull due to a hard hit.

Symptoms range from memory loss to nausea to an increase in anxiety. Effects of traumatic brain injuries can last for a short period of time or cause life-long symptoms. Recovery is a long difficult process, not only physically, but emotionally as well. Kathleen Parker: My concussion happened May 22, The building was constructed in , and I think the stairs are approximately that vintage. I had to take the stairs.

I was wearing little Princess heels, so, no big deal. But the stairs are very steep and very slippery. As soon as I put my foot down to take the first step, my right leg shot out. It was on the landing. There was no tunnel of light.

It was just sheer terror. Got to pull down the skirt. All these people had frozen peas and bandages and all kinds of things. This arm was all bloody, and I was pretty beaten up, but I was in shock. Let me just go. Well, guess what? They let me walk out of the building. I went down three flights of stairs by myself, barefoot, and got in the car that they sent to pick me up. I had planned to go to the Eastern Shore after the show because I had rented a house out there Oxford, Md. This was a Thursday.

Somehow, it took me two and a half hours to get there. I drove myself. I just got my dog and put him in the car, and I drove. Usually, it takes me an hour and 20 minutes. I got to my house, and I went to bed. Everything was fine, I thought. I was just oblivious. The next morning, I am sitting on the front porch when my friend and neighbor, Barbara Paca, rides past on her bike on her way to work. When she sees me, she jumps off her bike and comes up on the porch to bring me some fresh greens.

I guess I must have broken my toe, huh? I put up a big argument. Barbara, who has a child with cerebral palsy and lives in the world of neurology, took control over me and my life. She was my advocate with the neurologist. She fed me every day. I mean, either brought me food or Jorge would deliver a tray of food. She would bring me a fresh juice in the morning. And then, on alternate nights, she would have me over for dinner with her and friends.

I became very aware that I was not right; I kept trying to write my column. Fortunately, he understood better than me. So, let me just sum it up for you.

It took me about five months before I was able to think about writing again. I wanted no one around me. Everything was just too much data. So, I sat in a chair, intermittently getting in my car and driving myself to a variety of treatments that I more or less engineered myself. I would sleep for 13 hours a night and then take a three-hour, four-hour nap in the middle of the day.

My head hurt for weeks and weeks and weeks. I was seeing a neurologist who had sent me to physical therapy, who sent me to occupational therapy, who sent me to speech pathology. My speech was messed up. I had a little aphasia, you know, saying weird things. My frontal lobe was affected which meant that my executive functioning was off. My inhibitory powers were not working. They were impaired. I had no incentive, initiative, motivation, all of those things. I always have done crossword puzzles in ink.

Most of my therapy and recovery was a hodge podge of this and that, directed entirely by me. I did acupuncture. I mean, I just did everything you can do. I had to keep a journal as part of my therapy. I had little sticky notes everywhere, everywhere, everywhere to tell me what to do: brush your teeth, go downstairs, make coffee, take dog out, close door.

And I had a calendar broken down into quarter hours. I gained a ton of weight because all I did was eat ice cream. Oxford is home to one of the greatest creameries in the United States.

I could walk there. I lost all interest in hygiene. I would maybe take a shower once a week. Nobody can tell you anything about concussions. Following her concussion, Kathleen Parker knew that she would like to help others who have struggled after injury. And if people were smiling, I would smile. I had no idea what was going on.

I would say inappropriate things. I remember some people gave me a dinner party welcoming me to the community. I knew, without question, that I would never go back to being who I was. Kathleen Parker had died. I was clear on that. I felt bad for her. I was sad for her, but I would not be able to go back to being her. Politics was, in stark relief, an absurd waste of human time and potential.

Even so, I trust what that other person had figured out. Another side effect of my injury was a tsunami of empathy. So, the joke is: I had a brain injury and became a Democrat. But my concussion was a revelation upon revelation upon revelation. I want to help people with concussions.

I really do because it is horrifying. It is so scary. Why are you always in such a good mood? People lose that every day in this country. And nobody knows how to talk to them or how to deal with it. I love all the people who helped me, by the way. They were my support.