Sweetpea was asleep in my doll carriage when my mother announced, in mythic tones, that she had A Few Things to tell me. Something about the afterbirth, he said. It had not been, he thought, an identical twin. What was the point? How was I supposed to react to such information? .

A couple of weeks ago, after endless weeks of setbacks and difficulties and trials, my Pop told me this story. He said there was this farmer who hired two little boys to do some work. Their first job was to move a huge 8 foot tall mountain of manure. The first little boy dejectedly picked up a shovel and was crying as he shoveled. Classic Howard, I know. Dad had lost his l.

Musings about the absurdity of cancer. Sunday, December 13, 2015. Once, she asked for lemon bars and sunflower seeds, which made me laugh. She had a knack for doing that. Saturday, March 14, 2015. My mechanic is a very cool guy with a very cool family. His wife, Carmen, has done almost as much work on my ca.

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The mundane musings of a wife, thriving in spite of breast cancer, and oh yes, motherhood. Friday, May 20, 2016. A Dog in the Sun. How did she know without ever meeting me that I needed to hear those things? She wrote me when my dog, Goliath. Beyond the amazing work she did alone and with Alicia Staley.

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An Homage To The Lives Of Everyday Women, Past and Present.

I try to take one day at a time. but sometimes several days attack me at once. Saturday, February 25, 2012. Lying in bed trying to sleep but my mind is all over the place. Not really my childhood years. for they were not the ideal of times. but in fact those years were the blueprint of the life I would lead. Sunday, February 19, 2012.

How chemotherapy saved my body and rearranged my brain. Thursday, January 25, 2018. Once betrayed by our bodies like many of us feel after being diagnosed with cancer, every new ache can bring with it a level of fear. Some of us are better at dealing with that fear than others. The pain woke me at night. And if the pain didn.