Grief Doesn’t Have an Expiration Date

My husband thinks about what he just said unapologetically: "How long are you going to use your mother's death as an excuse?" Excuse... He thinks my grief is an invention, a concocted rouse to make his life difficult. HIS LIFE. As if losing my mother was an event I could get over at the push... Continue Reading →

My Mom, The Colonel

Picture of my mom in front of an A-10, early 80s, courtesy of her friend Angelo of the CI Rangers. The toughest part of this cancer journey has been seeing my mom slowly deteriorate, an inevitable spiral that has forced me to reflect on who she was, and what she has accomplished. She's a very... Continue Reading →

F@%k Cancer, Part 2

"Lilo is coming?" She kept asking me where my sister was as she stalled for time to remember my name. The gorgeous smile that came with that question had a hint of quiet apprehension, because I wasn't supposed to be there and she knew it. My presence wasn't unwelcomed, nevertheless she must have realized something... Continue Reading →

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