I’m a seeker. Especially at Christmas time. I search for perfect gifts for everyone on my list. Ones filled with wow and wonder. I comb second hand stores for delicate...
Today we raise our fists high and put our hands together in celebration of our Feature Girl Warrior, the very talented dancer and choreographer, Harmony Appell, director of Dream...
Today we raise our fists high and put our hands together in celebration of our Feature Girl Warriors, Mobile Makeup Artist Melanie Baird and Hair Stylist Danielle Bennett, the...
I have been asked if E’s cancer changed anything. What a preposterous question. Of course it changed things. It changed everything. But that’s not the question really...
Grateful and patriotic. That’s how I felt last weekend when E and I escaped again to the mainland. This time there weren’t any medical procedures tagged onto the end of...
In an earlier post I shared some of the things I was angry about since this dance with the Big C began. Mostly bat-shit crazy, Mad Hatter things that have been overwhelming and...
I’ve been brought to my knees. Countless times over the past year. In fear. Humility. Frustration. Weakness. In sorrow. To pray. Beg. Plead. Implore. Ask for mercy and...
Start. Stop. Slow down. Speed up. Wait. Proceed with caution. The traffic signs of the Big C trip. We’re forced to walk when all we really want to do is run. For our lives. ...
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...
