Author name: Jule Kucera

Daniel Gallucci is a physical therapist for brains. He’s Canadian and well-known in their pro hockey world for helping players recover from a concussion. His work has spread from the CHL to athletes in the NHL, NFL, NBA, MLB, and

Because cognitive decline showed up for both my parents, I can safely assume my genes are predisposed in that direction. But heredity is not destiny. I need to take preventative measures. Besides heredity, concussions are not good for brain health.

After last week’s email about a story as part of the sales agreement for the land in Kentucky, some readers asked to hear the story. Good idea. I’ll wait until Scott has heard it, then share it here.   On

Scott showed up as an email. There’s a property in Kentucky he wanted to buy from me. I get letters regularly from predatory buyers who offer “$CASH$ in 30 Days!!!” but the cash they offer is half what I paid

Note: This includes details about something that triggered me, and if it might trigger you, use caution. That part is in quotes/italics, so it’s easy to skip. Something happened when I was a sophomore in college that merited tears. I

Last month, a friend and I went to the Indiana Peony Festival in Noblesville, Indiana, about a 2-hour drive from Cincinnati. I selfishly looked forward to the trip. Yes, because we’re good friends and I enjoy any time we’re together.

The other night, during my pre-bed yin yoga routine, I lay on my back, shoulders flat on the thin rubber mat, hips and legs turned in one direction but my head turned in the other, twisting my innards like a

My 50th high school reunion is this August. I’ve got my dress and a room at a B&B to share with my friend Claire, who lives in San Francisco. I’m looking forward to seeing my friends, but Todd won’t be there

I’ve enjoyed posting these “oldies but goodies,” posts written long ago but still remembered. This one’s so old it’s not even on my website. It’s from The Before Times, the posts from February 2009 through June 2018, when I took

Before, my mother’s questions were merely repetitive. Now, they prove the synapses in her brain are not slick and speedy, but more like dusty cobwebs or roads that suddenly T-bone into a grassy field. Because my mother doesn’t see my