I’ve been struggling with where this writing journey of mine is headed. In the last month, I’ve been drawn to do things that my soul has been craving. I’ve been writing. Taking photos. Updating my blog. Sharing my work. But where is this going? What is going to become of all of this? What is the end goal? I have no clue and today, my wonderful husband gently reminded me that...
As she drove away, an undeniable ache filled her chest. She stopped the car. Something was missing. She looked back at the ocean in her side mirror. There it was. A piece of herself at the water’s edge. With a deep sigh, she turned her eyes back to the road. She kept driving. She’d have to do without that piece of herself, until her toes found their way back into the sand. Until...
You called me today. You vented about insurance companies with their heads up their asses. You expressed your concerns about your anemia and the consistent excess fluid under your arm where they removed 25 lymph nodes. You spoke about the pain, the swelling, the tightness. You revealed your worries about possible Lymphedema and possibly not starting radiation on time. I sat there. Helpless. I...
Today, I celebrate me. I celebrate who I was, who I am, and who I will become. I celebrate my thoughts, decisions and accomplishments. My wants, my needs, my goals. I celebrate how far I have come and my will and motivation to keep going. I celebrate my wisdom, perspective and contributions. My intentions and my efforts. I celebrate my peacekeeping tendencies and my yearning to tell it like it is...
I stood there in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. I had just finished my makeup and was straightening my hair. Then it hit me like an inescapable wave. Flashbacks. Quick flashes of memories from that September day. September 6, 2018. We had just parked at the office and my phone rang. I instantly knew it was something bad. I told the kids to go ahead and go in with Kevin, so that I...
Memories. Boxes of memories. Gathered items collected over the span of her life. Pieces of her life carefully placed in boxes and moved from house to house, as she moved from town to town. Pieces believed to symbolize moments of her life. Pieces believed to be made up of pieces of her. Pieces believed to define her, as she is today. Irreplaceable pieces. Year after year, more and more pieces were...
