Read the limited series on breast cancer
Done, Not Perfect: Writing, Hope, and Letting Go
From Stone to Soil: Letting Go of Perfectionism Perfectionism sits heavy in me, like a stone I keep trying to drop. Hard, unyielding, and…
Remembering September 11: Twenty-Four Years Later
Seven months pregnant, I shifted in my chair, trying to get comfortable with my changing body. A soccer ball-sized life pressed on my organs,…
Failing Better: Tennis, Writing, and the Long Game
When I stumbled across Thomas Swick’s recent essay on Lithub, Failing Better: On the Tennis Player and the Writer, I was immediately intrigued. The…
The monster inside
There is a quote from Seduction of the Minotaur by Anais Nin that continues to haunt me: “We do not see things as they…
Dear cancer
Dear cancer, Here’s the truth: You suck. You are taking away my precious time and energy. You are taking up space in my head.…
Little black clouds
I celebrated 2022 with a breast cancer diagnosis looming like little black clouds (happy f**king new year). Fortunately, the radiologist caught cancer during my…
