My journey as I run, ride and live through cancer
The bedsheet works its way to the end of the mattress. I am left in a pool of sweat deep enough to host Olympic swimmers.
I did something naughty today. I snuck away from my caregiver aka Supportive Husband and shaved my legs. Why would one need to surreptitiously take
My face is in the doughnut. You know the one. When you are face-down on the massage table and your sinuses decide you don’t need
“Dude, that totally sucks” “Oh shit, that totally blows” Sucks and blows. Words that seem to have opposite meanings, yet mean the same thing. Today
The sun is shining over Seattle as I walk through downtown toward Pike Place Market. Feeling good, I occasionally point my face to the morning
Joan Crawford vs. Bette Davis Tanya harding vs. Nancy Kerrigan Classic feuds where one party wanted to ANNIHILATE the other. I can relate, except my
Cigarette smoke. I swear I can smell it. I will walk into a room, and expect to see my dad handling an old-school no-filter Camel
I used to hate ‘taking a walk’. Seriously. HATED it. When I was a kid, my mom loved to walk. LOVED it. I could never
The needle protrudes from the top of my head. Another in my forehead. In my forearms and the thick fleshy parts of my hands, reside
He was relentless. He sniffed around my “breast”. I put that in quotations, because if you have been following along, you know what I really
