Fishing with Parkinson's: How Tenkara Brings the Joy Back to the River
Darla in the Desert: hard-earned lessons from life, the internet, and a desert that melts your patience first. Send ice! It started with a simple question in a Parkinson’s caregiver group. Fishing is one of those things that quietly disappears as the disease progresses. Not all at once — just little pieces at a time. The balance. The grip. The patience for the small, frustrating parts… like trying to hook bait when your hands won’t cooperate. Someone mentioned a word I had never heard before: Tenkara . So I asked. Because here’s the thing — my husband doesn’t fish much anymore. And I’ve watched that loss happen slowly. Not just the fishing itself, but everything that came with it… the time outside, the rhythm, and the laughter with other men who understood that quiet language of the water. But our son lives near an area where fishing is still possible. So the question wasn’t just curiosity. It was about time spent with loved ones — a chance to have a fairly norm...