Stroke Story

Twelve years ago my life was transformed in a most traumatic way by a massive brain hemorrhage.

My need for expression was strong from the moment I regained consciousness that horrible day. I suffered from apraxia, a motor-neuron defect of speech, which caused my words to come out jumbled., and aphasia, a word-finding defect. In the first months in rehabilitation, I could do little for myself; my dominant right side was paralyzed.  


As soon as I could sit at the computer at home, I began to work on the gardening newsletter I designed, authored, and published for my 55-plus community. Sadly, I could no longer garden and, to my regret needed to give up my cheery, colorful, and informative newsletter. 

I decided to take online writing courses and delved into the meaning and making of memoirs. With practice and wonderful teachers, in 2016 I self-published "Stroke Story: My Journey There and Back."





Bad MountainWeather



Fog of voices

a cool white bed

"How do you feel? 

you are lucky--delayed ambulance--helicopter--

bad mountain weather"

This summer of bad weather

all I can is be

loss of worth and choice

in this place of respite

Through long, lost weeks, weakened

I work brain and body

in summer of no birds and gardens

until sky and mind clear


When sunlight sparkles red and yellow

and slanted daylight breaches my haven's notches

I speak, walk, in new strength

and drink from a chilly stream of courage


Laurel Ridge, Fayette County, Pennsylvania


Sarasota, Florida 

by Mary Ellen Gambutti

published Spring 2019 The Bamboo Hut










Watercolor Leaves


haiga of longing

If only I could gather

scattered rosebuds


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