Category Archives: The story

Hi. I’ve started this post umpteen times in the past few months…only to stare at the blinking cursor. It’s not writer’s block. Nor is it that I have nothing to say. On the contrary, I have so much to say, … Continue reading →

dear friends,i’ve been dark on the blog, but it’s largely because all of my creative energy has been going into something special – the second bay area young survivors (BAYS) anthology, shivering in a paper gown.  i’ve had the incredible privilege to co-edit … Continue reading →

to file in the “completely cool and unexpected” category, i’ve been selected as 1 of 12 women cancer survivors to be featured in the LoveTwelve pin-up calendar. and, the Bay Area Young Survivors (BAYS) is 1 of several nonprofits that … Continue reading →

“What is REAL?” the Velveteen Rabbit asked the Skin Horse one day.  “Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not … Continue reading →

Life. Death. Me. Cherie, Renee, Valerie, Erin, Sarah, and Lisa Bonchek Adams (http://lisabadams.com/blog/). Expectations on myself, to figure it all out, to be present, to open my heart wider, to love and be loved. Burning those expectations in a fire … Continue reading →

it’s time.i’m packing for india, frantically trying to find my rehydration salts and other tonics to keep me healthy, squeezing in a lot of work assignments and a quick trip to NYC, and crying. i lost another friend to breast … Continue reading →

i was just filling out a form for my mammogram next week. one of the questions asked me to “rate my overall health” with possible answers of “excellent. good. average. fair. poor.” i went to circle excellent and then caught … Continue reading →

i grew up next to railroad tracks. most of the time while i’m here, i don’t even notice the trains that speed by, rumbling the house on a regular schedule. when mike is in IL with me, he draws my … Continue reading →

a girl walks into a bar with her friend jamie. they drink and dance and meet an attractive guy named julian. he hits on them in a non-creepy way and compliments their dancing. they all reconnect later while getting a … Continue reading →

I’m flying back from Edmonton today, over the Canadian Rocky Mountains in a thin aluminum tube in early winter. Naturally, it’s a little turbulent. We bounce and rock, hurtling down in an air pocket. Then we level out while passing … Continue reading →