F@%k Cancer, Part 10

"SHE IS THE VETERAN!" My uncle, his wife, my sister and I all yell in unison. The Funeral Home's sales representative has been taking down her info for 20 minutes and conveniently forgot what we had said. Every answer to the previous questions revealed aspects of my mother's life that had been private and fuzzy... Continue Reading →

F@%k Cancer, Part 9

"It's a matter of days now..." Calmly, I booked the next flight out and took my time packing. If the message was accurate, I'd need to take with me clothes fit for a military funeral. The saving grace was that my husband was staying behind and could bring me anything I'd miss; Mom wanted him... Continue Reading →

2018, A Year in Review

There are so many little things to be thankful for: MBA grades, new friends, the house, selling the rental  Zach, my sister's move-engagement-wedding, and the beautiful memories of DIYs, parties and the new house. The bad came at us strongly; my mom was diagnosed in September with glioblastoma, a rare and incurable form of brain... Continue Reading →

Marriage: Year Nine

This year, 2018, marks the 10th anniversary of my wedding to W. As part of the celebration, I will be documenting our relationship from the proposal up to the wedding, and each year up to our 10th anniversary. *Plays Chumbawamba's Tubthumping* "I get knocked down, when I get up again, you never gonna keep me... Continue Reading →

Broken Hill, Part Two: How Destilería Serrallés and Cervecera de Puerto Rico Plan to Conquer the World (by W)

Puerto Rico, a small island in the Caribbean, has been pillaged and plundered by conquistadors and colonizers for over 500 years, a trend that has resulted in a very strong black market, rum running subculture. Although taxes and cabotage laws do not permit this broken hill to directly do commerce with any country other than... Continue Reading →

Marriage: Year Eight

This year, 2018, marks the 10th anniversary of my wedding to W. As part of the celebration, I will be documenting our relationship from the proposal up to the wedding, and each year up to our 10th anniversary. I know what you are going to say: "Why was year seven so short and sweet? Where... Continue Reading →

Marriage: Year Seven

This year, 2018, marks the 10th anniversary of my wedding to W. As part of the celebration, I will be documenting our relationship from the proposal up to the wedding, and each year up to our 10th anniversary. Year Seven was proving to be a good year. I felt like Maverick after Goose's death in... Continue Reading →

F@%k Cancer, Part 8

Mom had barely made it to Christmas but my grandmother hadn't. Oh boy! My phone was blown up with messages of worry and urgency. The timing was brilliant and convenient, bare with me, assuming you believe grandma knew of the cancer and opted to avoid burying her firstborn. Between flight prices and obligations I decided... Continue Reading →

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