Author Archives: meaghancc

organized groups of cells

Posted on July 9, 2019 by meaghancc

When does an organized group of cells become organized enough to do something? Beat a heart? Synapse a brain? Wiggle a finger? When mike and I made the decision to harvest my eggs before starting chemo, I wasn’t really focused … Continue reading →

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tar bubbles and hospice

Posted on July 6, 2019 by meaghancc

Tiffany and I are sitting in our diapers, topless, in the middle of west 5th street. It’s summer. There were popsicles involved, I think. Her lips were bright red. We poked and popped the tar bubbles on the street. It’s … Continue reading →

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I used to be a body, but now I’m a host.

Posted on May 28, 2019 by meaghancc

I was short of breath, lethargic. Maybe it was winter in Illinois. A particularly dark and blaring Arctic wind whipping down the chimney and snuffing out the flames. The mums on the back porch I neglected to put away for … Continue reading →

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don’t look

Posted on June 15, 2018 by meaghancc

The sand was rubbing against my skin. Stuck there by a mix of sweat, salt, and sunscreen. My niece Mia was giggling, zig-zagging like a drunken sailor up the beach, wielding a net very unskillfully while the crab she hunted … Continue reading →

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the passage of time

Posted on August 7, 2017 by meaghancc

i recently read an article written by a parent whose child was killed in Sandyhook. in it, she said something so profound: “somewhere on the continuum between overwhelmed and overcoming—that is where a griever lives at all times.”  today marks … Continue reading →

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today, i cracked.

Posted on April 17, 2017 by meaghancc

you may have heard of the centuries-old japanese art of pottery repair, kintsugi. if a piece of pottery cracks, the craftsmen repairs it with gold, highlighting the fractures and seams. it produces these curiously stunning, imperfectly perfect objects.  today, i … Continue reading →

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you are the sky, not the weather

Posted on April 7, 2017 by meaghancc

it’s been windy in the bay area this week. and i don’t mean a gentle breeze. it’s more of a blow-you-over freight train. as we’re in the middle of a renovation, the plastic covering our mostly-roofless house whips around, waking … Continue reading →

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Surgery #7 – done

Posted on January 13, 2017 by meaghancc

Hi all,Thanks for all of the support. Reporting from a more-entertaining-than-it-should be pharmacy line at Walgreens while Meg rests in recovery with her mom: Meaghan is out of surgery and resting in recovery. The surgeon reported that all went well … Continue reading →

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a blessing and a curse

Posted on January 12, 2017 by meaghancc

it is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so very deeply. -david jones i’ve been quiet on the blog, ignoring my writing for the recent months. mostly because what i have going on feels small. it feels … Continue reading →

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24 hours of selves

Posted on September 26, 2016 by meaghancc

i recently learned how to describe that we are not a static person. think about it.  in any given 24 hours, you are not 1 person. you are 24 different people. or more. or, at least, i am.  happy, sad, friendly, supportive, … Continue reading →

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