Me in 1961

It’s Quitting Time!


When I was a child there was a program called the Wide World of Sports. A Man’s Voice transposed over a series of sports videos announced the Thrill of Victory and The Agony of Defeat.  Well I have come to and must admit to the Agony of Defeat.

I am not the strong woman who I used to be and others might think that I am. My Life in particular my health is totally Out of Order and I’m Not Okay nor is my situation likely to get better.

First of all I want to Thank the 3,318 Followers/Subscribers who have stuck with me over the last six years.

As some of you who have been following my blog for the last four or five years might know sometimes I’ve alluded to my health challenges. I try not to dwell on my health challenges because I don’t want my blog to turn into one giant sob story.  You’ve been with me during my attempts to better my overall health and perhaps heal certain conditions in my body. You’ve read about me changing my lifestyle, trying to improve my diet within the restraints of my budget, trips to the health food store, my limited time at the gym until my right knee gave out, my Soulful Struts (walking exercises) which have now come to an end, going with my Japanese Buddhist girlfriend to her temple in the hopes that mediation and/or mindfulness would help me (Nope, I’m way too hyper), Bible Studies, etc….

However now it is not just extreme joint pain but I’m also having difficulty breathing, going up and down stairs is torture, bending, walking, etc… is bodily punishment. Chronic pain along with chronic insomnia is not something I’d wish on my worst enemy. Plus problems with my vision still persist.

I can hear the voices saying I should go to the doctor. Been there. Done that. In fact since I had my stroke in Nov. 2008 I’ve been to the doctor and hospitalized over two dozen times. Nothing helps. In fact some of the medications they gave me in the past made things worse.  Another negative factor has risen it’s ugly head. Cost. The prices for co-pays have doubled and in some cases tripled. Now I don’t even make $35K a year in a city where you need to make $70K to live comfortably. So if I must choose between going to the doctor or eating, paying my rent, utilities and transportation well the doctor loses.

Somebody else chimes in well DeBorah you are a Veteran why don’t you go to the VA Hospital? Well if you live anywhere in the U.S.A. you know that the VA hospitals have the worst reputation in the entire country. You either go on a very long waiting list, never get seen and die or they misdiagnose you and you die. Either way you die.

Basically health care in America is for the very rich and the very poor. Nothing for the working class.  People who are married or have some family support can fair better during illness. I have neither. I’m forced to admit failure and defeat. Not a pretty picture but I’m a Realist.

Anyway I said all that to say this; More than likely I probably won’t be adding much to this blog. It will go into limbo because I don’t have the strength to keep it up. All Good things must come to an end. At first I thought about deleting it altogether but decided against that since I have some wonderful poetry, stories and commentaries going back six years.

It’s been a good run and thanks for the encouragement, support and memories. I might make an appearance from time to time but those will be brief, far, few and rare.

However I’ve decided to focus completely on my photography blog Roaming Urban Gypsy:

You can find me there.

I’ve Closed Comments for this post as there is nothing else to say and I do not wish to respond to any comments.



Share Your World – 2016 Week 13

Cee's Fun Foto Challenge

With your answers, please remember we are in the SYW world and which may not always match our reality.

Are you left or right handed?  

Right Handed.

If you had only one TV, would you prefer the TV in the living room or another room?

I don’t have a TV in my current location. No room. I can’t afford a TV or the high cost of Cable Television. I did save my Mom’s small TV after she died but that is in storage.  Now I’m used to not watching or having a TV so even if my housing situation improves I doubt I would purchase one.

Have you ever participated in a distance walking, swimming, running, or biking event? Tell your story.

Thanks to Uncle Sam who had me marching, walking and running long distances Yes. I served in the U.S. Army from 1977 – 1981 and believe me like that old TV commercial used to say soldiers do more before 9:00 am than most people do during an entire day. Good Old Papa Tango or PT!! CQ banging on your door with a metal stick at 5:00 am so you can make a 6:00 am formation. We ran in boots sometimes our Jump Boots. No fancy sneakers or running shoes.  Usually the Sgt. is running alongside the formation calling Cadence. Most of these songs raunchy but you got used to it.  They weren’t there to pamper your ears. Here are two of the cleaner Cadence songs from my Army Days.

I was in the 569th PSC, Augsburg, Germany and the 101st Airborne Division (Screaming Eagles)!!

While working at my former company I did participate in one of those Heart or Cancer walks. Can’t remember which one. Maybe once I retire if it is physically possible I might start doing some 5K walks. No running. Bad arthritic knees.


C130 Rolling Down The Strip – Military Running Cadence


Rock Steady Running Cadence



1978 Augsburg, Germany
1978 Augsburg, Germany
Deborah Ann Palmer U.S. Army 1977-1981
Deborah Ann Palmer
U.S. Army 1977-1981


Complete this sentence: Love is… .

My brother Stephen Vincent Palmer

Stephen_DeBorah_Jan1994 DeBorah_Stephen_House2 Me and Stephen March 1964. Dig my crazy pigtail hat!! LOL!!












Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

My one week vacation for the first week in May got approved!! Hooray!! Now I will be able to be with and help Celebrate my brother Stephen’s 55th Birthday!! Yippee!!  I am also Thankful for a wonderful Palm Sunday and yesterday Easter Sunday. Looking forward to the month of April and hopefully warmer weather for the New York City area.







The Road Less Traveled | The Daily Post

The Road Less Traveled

Pinpoint a moment in your past where you had to make a big decision. Write about that other alternate life that could have unfolded.

Major Decision #1

November 1977 to November 1981 when I joined the United States Army. This gave me the opportunity to not only serve my country but travel to Europe and meet people from all over the United States. I did my Basic and AIT at Ft. Jackson, SC. I was posted at the 569th PSC in Augsburg, Germany and at the 101st Airborne Division located at Ft. Campbell, KY. During my four years in the Army I also went TDY (temporary duty) at various bases inside and outside the U.S.

The Army reinforced the sense of discipline, accountability and responsibility that my parents Edward and Mable Palmer had already implanted within me. I received an Honorable Discharge and am very proud to be a U.S. Army Veteran.

Major Decision #2

September 1995 when I decided to move forward in earning my BA at Marymount Manhattan College.  My Dad Edward G. Palmer had just passed away that year May 13, 1995 at age 65 and I then became responsible for both my mother Mable Palmer and my brother Stephen Palmer. I felt I needed to get my BA as being a College graduate was both my Dad’s desire and mine but I was just too busy running around living free and easy. Once my Father died I inherited his responsibilities and I felt that college would give me an up in terms of critical thinking and advancing my then career.


Being a student was both exhilarating and challenging. At that time Marymount Manhattan College was a private Women’s Catholic college which had just begun to admit men on a limited scale. Therefore the classes were small and the professors took a personal interest in the intellectual and educational development of each student. By the time I went to MMC all the instructors were secular not the Nuns that had preceded them many years before.  The professors and the Dean were dedicated to helping Ladies succeeded especially returning Women students like myself.

At that time I was 36 years old definitely not a teenager but an adult who worked full-time and a caregiver.  I did briefly attend Marymount Manhattan College around 1987/88 but being in my 20s was my wild & crazy period so I did not stick it out even though I was doing very well in school.  Not to say the professors were easy on the students in terms of work load. There were tons of novels and other books to read and 25 page research papers to write on a bi-weekly basis. I suppose it was stressful but a positive stress. An intellectual challenge and I rose to the occasion.

Entering college as an adult I knew that I wanted to major in English literature unlike an 18 year old who is inexperienced with the world in general and probably has very little work experience. At age 36  I had already served my country as a soldier in the United States Army and had many years in the workplace.  Many people including some relatives kept asking me “Why are you majoring in English? Are you going to become a teacher?”  My answer then as now is I Love English literature and I knew I could pass and no I had no intentions of becoming a teacher.

My Mom who was still living at the time never asked me any ridiculous questions. She was happy that I cared for her, went to work, studied hard in school and went to church. Mom was proud of me and my accomplishments. Sadly my mother followed my Dad into the hereafter August 1998 at age 68. Neither she nor my Dad ever got to see me graduate from Marymount Manhattan College May 2002 when I was 43 however their spirits spurred me on to successfully complete a difficult year long course called Women in Urban Leadership, make the Deans List in 1999 and graduate Cum Laude. Both my parents were born in 1930 at a time when racism, lynchings, discrimination and Jim Crow ruled America. They felt that my generation as the first generation to benefit from the Civil Rights Movement could and should uplift the race through education.  My accomplishments were not just for me but for my parents, grandparents, aunts and great-uncles who never had those opportunities.

Marymount Manhattan College opened up a new world to me, helped develop my writing skills and gave me confidence in those writing skills.  During this time the then Dean Joan Brookshire said to me that I had a gift for writing. My professors male and female built me up and I felt a sense of accomplishment.  So for me returning to college was probably the best decision of my adult life.


A Mystery Wrapped in an Enigma

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Mystery Wrapped in an Enigma.”

Tell us something most people probably don’t know about you.

That I served in the United States Army from 1977 to 1981. My units were the 569th PSC, Augsburg, Germany and 101st Airborne Division, Ft. Campbell, KY.  Did my Basic Training and AIT at Ft. Jackson, SC.

I recall about three or four years ago on or about Veterans Day I had attended Sunday church services at a local Baptist church in Jamaica, Queens when the Pastor asked all the Veterans in the congregation to stand up. Naturally I stood up and when the Pastor saw me standing he seemed rather shocked and surprised saying We have one woman Veteran.  I guess Women Veterans are still invisible even though we have been serving our country since it’s inception. I sincerely wish Women Veterans were given more recognition in America by our places of worship, better services for Women Vets from the VA and by society in general.

1978 Augsburg, Germany
1978 Augsburg, Germany
Deborah Ann Palmer U.S. Army 1977-1981
Deborah Ann Palmer
U.S. Army 1977-1981