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Wherever you go, there you are.
When you look back at everything in your past, both good and bad, what do you see? Do you see that life was preparing you for certain things, or do you think it was all good or bad luck? Why is it easier to believe in luck or fate as opposed to believing in a… Continue reading
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Decisions, decisions.
Why is it so hard to make choices in life? Do you think it’s because we have so many options? Car colors, homes, even cities. Where do we want to be? What do we want our surroundings to look like? How many shades of aqua do we want to layer in a room? I had… Continue reading
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We are a nation at war.
Like it or not, a war is being waged within the United States. It has many faces and names, but boiled down to its essence, it is red versus blue, not unlike the gray versus blue of the Civil War. And not unlike the Civil War, people are dying. Though many smaller issues are tossed… Continue reading
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We are not Indians.
I used to write all the time. Every day I would put words to paper, whether it was poetry or prose, creative or technical. Five days a week (most weeks) I still write the technical, but I have all but forgotten how beautiful it was to indulge my creative side. The professor who most inspired… Continue reading
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Doctor day.
Today is going to be exhausting, but I hope it’s all good news. I’m counting down the rads. Today will be 4, then 3, 2, 1 (Monday). My skin is red as all get out, but I’m slathering on the lotion. I’ll have my rads, and then see the radiation oncologist. Less than two hours… Continue reading
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12 Years a Bereaved Mom.
Yesterday was the 12th anniversary of my daughter’s death. Twelve years without hearing her voice, being able to touch her, or being able to celebrate special days with her. Sean and I spent it this year as an ordinary day, which is kind of a miracle considering how it used to flatten all of us.… Continue reading
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This is not the vaccine talking.
I’ve started dreaming about secret rooms again. Rooms that you can’t get to directly when you enter a house; you need a guide or to have already been in the room. It’s been awhile since I dreamed about secret rooms. Last time was not long after my second divorce. It was a time when I… Continue reading
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Radioactive.
I’m beginning to see why everyone who has gone before me says that radiation makes you tired. It isn’t so much about the treatments themselves; it’s about getting up and out of the house every day to go have the treatment. This week was a killer. Not only did I have to be at the… Continue reading
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Good things.
Last weekend, I was lucky enough to see some good friends. It was so refreshing! My friends are either fully- or partially-vaccinated, and we are starting to feel hopeful again. With Spring just around the corner, I feel like we’re all starting to breathe a little easier. Stella is getting her groove back! One of… Continue reading
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And no bad dreams.
Tomorrow marks the day I’ll start radiation. It’s the last step in the multi-pronged approach to beating breast cancer. I’ve survived chemotherapy, surgery, and complications. Now I just need to go let them blast my chest with radioactive particles, more toxins to kill the bad cells that could still be floating around. I’m trying not… Continue reading
About Me
A writer and solitary soul in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
