Tag Archives: dying
Nuns, Breast Cancer, and Advice at Nineteen; Surviving the In Between
Lolo had breast cancer. Twice. I was little the first time and it is the only time I remember my mother crying behind a locked bathroom door. My grandmother had a mastectomy and then spent the next two decades wearing … Continue reading →
Bye, Greta. Back to the Barn.
I always remember my principal’s birthday because it falls on the day that Lolo died and I remember scrolling through Facebook on that day and seeing well wishes mixed with grief. My childhood dog, Casey, also died in July, a … Continue reading →
Terms of Endearment
“If you’re wondering, am I capableGod knows I amAnd if it’s meant to beI will go alone, God knows I can” -The Avett Brothers, Bring Your Love to Me When I was in sixth grade all of my friends kept … Continue reading →
Souls Like Wheels, Say the Avett Brothers
Ever have those moments that you greatly anticipate and then they pass and you are left wondering, “Now what?” So it goes with the show opening. I feel the way I did after delivering Elizabeth. After months of bed rest, … Continue reading →
It is 12:22am. I have had a hot bath and a full cup of vodka, but still, no sleep. There are things on my mind and Shirley probably said it best when she posted the quote, “small worries can cast … Continue reading →
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