When I can feel my heart beating, in all the places on my body. My heartbeat hits on the back of my calf. And the inside of my bicep. And just above my toes. Because you touched me and held me and breathed on my shoulder. When I can feel your heart beating, all over your body. And just below your stomach. Because I kissed you and loved you and let you in. When I can breathe in our heartbeats when we lay together.

After 22 months and five days it comes to an end. You are easily distracted and often forget me. I am content and I am tired. Watching you hold hands and play with one another while you eat. Feeling your sweet smelling breath on my cheeks as you sleep on my chest completely satisfied by my nourishing milk.

Friday, February 5, 2010. I absolutely cannot believe that 2010 is here and we are already in February. I remember wanting to be so grown up when I was a child and now when you get a little older, you want things to slow down. For me, the flashlight is shining. It is time for me to follow that and stop being so afraid of where it may go.

In the slipstream of the mass popularity of stand-up, even the person who is supposed to be the alternative to stand-up can do reasonably well. All of us comics must offer thanks to one man, and one man alone, for this state of affairs.

My positive journey through cancer with attempts at humorous observations of the trials and tribulations I encounter, peppered with information researched and gleaned along the way for nutrition, image, philosophy, support and about the kindess of friends, family and truly perfect strangers! Thursday, April 14, 2011. As for her character and intellect, she brought those gifts into the world herself. But I will guaran-damn-tee you, there is one way no mother.