The Story
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Really. I’m fine.
Or not. It’s weird to feel protective of other people’s feelings. It’s odd to hold my feelings so close to the chest (haha….cancer is in the chest…get it?). If I didn’t have a little dark humor about this, it might kill me. Hell, it might kill me anyway. Or it might not. I might get… Continue reading
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It’s cancer.
This is a sort of chronology of my diagnosis. I’ll be writing down my feelings about all this over time, as well as documenting my journey. Continue reading
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A glimpse of the other side
I slipped under the veil for a split second. It was enough. Continue reading
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And nine years later…
I am still here. Still standing. But I really thought I wasn’t going to make it. On April 3, 2009, my 25 year old daughter Stephanie died of an (accidental?) overdose at the home of a friend, and everything in my world turned upside down. No — I mean it. That isn’t hyperbole. I lost… Continue reading
About Me
A writer and solitary soul in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
