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She has cancer.
September 30, 2014. The phone call. We heard the words. I wasn’t surprised based on the weeks leading up to that day. We are three girls in our family. We rally when we need to. Doctors’ appointments followed by waiting. Then the diagnosis. Our baby sister then 34, was starting…
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The Poetry We Live
I often stand at our fridge, looking at the dozens of words, all magnetized and waiting to be noticed, moved, and meshed into a poem or story. I wait to see what jumps out at me – combinations of words that take on a life of their own. A few months ago, four words stood…
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Phase 1: And So it Begins…..
A few days ago, in between periods 3 and 4, I noticed I had a handful of text messages. With 25 teenagers shuffling in and out of my classroom every 55 minutes, needing hall passes, homework updates, and hugs when the day is off-kilter, looking at my cell phone is a luxury that happens…
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Sorry, Nurse Ratched
You can’t do that in here! There are privacy laws. Really? You might want to walk away…. Because…. I just did. And will again. You are going through the motions. We are going through the emotions. She is 1 in 8. She is our Baby Sister. She is a mother…
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Bodacious to Body Conscious: What Cancer Does….
For as long as I can remember, since I was 10 or 11, my chest has been the interest of others. From staring to envy, even jokes by our mother …. my hourglass shape has drawn attention. Unwanted attention. In turn, I developed an unhealthy relationship with my body, most notably, my…
