usually i have sump-in. a quip. a gush. a rant. a peace sign. a white flag a’waving. this week: nada. you’ve rendered me quiet. both hands stacked over my mouth, in disbelief; imprisoning non-existent words. you’ve made me feel small with your...
i struggle at many things. pedicures for one. i suck at pedicures. even with navy seal precision, and tongue-out-of-my-mouth concentration, my toes still look as if i painted them blindfolded. and drunk. and no matter how careful i am when i pay someone else to...
cancer. those two syllables could be the glummest two combinations in the dictionary. who hasn’t been personally affected with the evil of cancer? the insidiousness of the disease, the frustration with lags in treatments and cures, and the devastating toll this...
