This post comes with a WARNING. What you’re about to read may make you uncomfortable. Or mad. I’m mad. Mad as hell. What do I do with all this seething anger? I...
I feel so many things. I’m a mixed bag of sentiments since this cancer thing with E began. Maybe like Lady Gaga, I was born this way. And E’s illness has just magnified, and...
Sometimes I just want to escape. Get away from it all. Take off. Break out. I have fantasies about this. They usually go something like this. I’m in the truck, or some...
I usually like to keep a bit of time and distance between me and the stories I tell. Sometimes years like I have with the Diaries of The Breadman’s Daughter. With others,...
Sometimes I just want to start over. Tear out the page. Crumple it up. Toss it into the nearest garbage can. Press delete. Delete. Delete. Begin again. Change everything....
I’m not a mind reader. I don’t have X-ray vision. No telepathic abilities that I’m aware of. I’m definitely not a clairvoyant and the last time I checked I don’t...
In many ways I’m a creature of habit. Sometimes I wish it weren’t so. But at times it’s a blessing. I slipped as easily into this new routine as my favorite summer...
It was the weekend from hell. A topsy turvy terrifying roller coaster ride. One moment we could see sunlight and the possibility of rosy days. Only to be sucked into the...
I have a big patience muscle. I haven’t always. But the older I get the bigger it grows. It was tested fully those tedious grey hours that we sat waiting for a doctor in...
The ER is a dreary place. Even more so at 2:00am. It was quiet. Eerily so. I don’t know what I was expecting. A scene from the television show perhaps. Blood, guts and...
