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You’re shitting me, I thought when my routine mammogram turned into two hours of close-ups and an appointment to come in for a biopsy. I wasn’t dreaming and this wasn’t last year’s nightmare. It was a whole new kind of ugly. The good news- Your left breast (the one with a tumor that sucked away … Continue reading →

Welcome To First Descents or My Week At Summer Camp

So this part sucks. I can’t find a pen and have to type! 4 women in a tiny cabin, no bath, all with varying thermal temps and everyone but me trying to sleep. I want to write. Damn! Where’s that pen? The light tapping of keys sounds more like footsteps in this dark silence. I’m … Continue reading →

inspired to write….kind of.

Why must her mouth move with the second hand? Just a moment’s silence. Is that too much to ask? Continue reading →