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Cancer treatment is a veerrrrrryyy, looooooong haul for all of us, starting the day we feel the lump, or see the look on the mammogram nurse’s face, or on the day we hear, “unfortunately there is bad news,” and ending well, honestly never, cancer is never-ending. Read the rest of this entry »

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I have been feeling rather crusty and curmudgeonly of late and it’s so not me. In fact since cancer, I have pretty consistently lived a skippity do dah life that is happy and full of gratitude and sunshiny and fun. Read the rest of this entry »

Years ago my best friend went through the stillbirth of her son, just before his due date. It was just devastating for all of us who loved that little boy; for we loved him long before he was born and still miss where he would have been in our lives. Read the rest of this entry »

I am at war right now.  Read the rest of this entry »

Okay, admittedly I am cheating a bit here. Originally the little list below made its first appearance as part of the pink dress blog, a blog which chatted about how having breast cancer changes how people look at you and treat you, who they think you are and what you are capable of. Read the rest of this entry »

When I was a little girl, I loved to jump rope. Read the rest of this entry »

I have this big huge fantabulous Thanksgiving party every year; it’s always on the weekend before thanksgiving. We call it our Charlie Brown Thanksgiving Party.  Read the rest of this entry »

So recently, a friend and I were chatting about her last year of sobriety. It is such an immense and intimate and complicated journey, and through her words, I got a sense of the perceived cyclical nature of the beast for people navigating addiction. How this thing hovers above and teases at them, trying to get them to come out and play. How it taunts constantly and how it tries to convince you that sobriety isolates you. Read the rest of this entry »

The Keystone Kops installed my port. Read the rest of this entry »

I am a tough cookie. Very little spooks me and I have been pretty darn fearless about life. Read the rest of this entry »

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