If I could be anywhere else… I would be at Lake Ouachita camping with my kids and Keith, laughing around a campfire. Campfire smoke smells so good. I would be on Bleeker Street in Greenwich Village, NYC, on the look out for a place with...
Stories & Reflections
If I could be anywhere else… I would be at Lake Ouachita camping with my kids and Keith, laughing around a campfire. Campfire smoke smells so good. I would be on Bleeker Street in Greenwich Village, NYC, on the look out for a place with...
Things about a terminal cancer diagnosis you have no idea exist until it’s you… On one hand (the gimpy, shakey hand)… 1) You grieve. A lot. You mourn your old self, especially when you see old pics of your “real life” self. 2) You think...
There are five more sleeps until we approach that desk. Last night, I was working to keep my fear in check, and today, I'm thinking about the picture of the girl.
I find it interesting how we take on roles to suit our condition and place within it. I much prefer "fighter" to "sufferer" and "warrior" to "patient". And, of course, "survivor" beats "victim" any day of the week.