The Story
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Forgiveness.
Plenty of people have said that forgiveness is not for the other person; it’s for you. Most of the time, though we understand the concept, we can’t do it. It’s too hard to let it go, to put aside the intensity of the grudge we carry. That grudge can make us feel powerful in some… Continue reading
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The abyss.
Are you one of those people who, when standing too close to the edge, feels pulled? Like gravity is sucking you over that edge? I am. It’s for this reason I have never been interested in things like hiking steep inclines or rock climbing or even rollercoasters. The ground beckons me back to its cruel… Continue reading
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Fuck cancer, part deux
Like most things in life, people want you to get over whatever it was that hurt you, and as soon as possible, because they don’t want to hear about it. It makes them uncomfortable. When my daughter died, there was an initial outpouring of support, but it dried up quickly. Some of the things I… Continue reading
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Fuck cancer.
Friday was the one year anniversary of my friend Jordan’s death. (This is my post from last year shortly after Jordan died, if you’re interested.) Jordan was my “chemo buddy”. He was my friend. Here’s how that came about. Jordan was a little older than me and had retired from Xerox, where he had worked… Continue reading
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Take care of yourself.
If you don’t take care of yourself, who else will? This month was full of tough moments, new memories, and exciting times. My son moved away. That was tough. Two friends treated me to lunch on separate weekends. Those are good memories. I am refinancing my house, which makes it easier for me to stay… Continue reading
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If your child is an addict, I am your worst nightmare.
A movie called Four Good Days was in my suggestions on Amazon Prime. The movie stars Glenn Close and Mila Kunis. It’s very much worth a watch, but I found myself sometimes shouting at the TV, sometimes closing my eyes, and sometimes just feeling it right in the gut. Although Stephanie was never a heroin… Continue reading
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But in the end we all come from what’s come before.
My son forgot to take his humorous calendar with him from the office, but it seems like it knows us. Every month, there are funny sayings (instead of pictures) as the main page, with other funny things throughout. If you’re easily offended, skip the list below. Also, why the hell are you reading my blog… Continue reading
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Last weekend, lost weekend.
This is the last weekend my son will be living with me, probably ever. It was out of necessity that he moved home from Raleigh ten months after losing his job and being unable to find another in 2012. He has had an apartment and then a townhome that he owned since then, but he… Continue reading
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Life changes. All good!
The last 3 weeks have been super busy. Many, many changes are on the horizon. First, I’m done with treatment for breast cancer! I couldn’t sleep Friday night because I was so happy and excited by the news and the positive changes it brings. No more every-3-weeks Herceptin/Perjeta infusions. No more every-3-weeks bloodwork and oncology… Continue reading
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Where that leaves us.
I’ve got a few things on my mind this Friday evening. First, it’s always something. Second, experience is what you get when you don’t get what you want. And finally, where does the road lead now? Yesterday, I shelled out a few bills to get my house, deck, and windows power-washed. It was sorely needed,… Continue reading
About Me
A writer and solitary soul in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
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