Writing clear, brief, and bold
Walking through Eindhoven’s GLOW Festival felt like stepping into a living poem of light—breathing sunflowers, flickering fireflies, and moments that gathered strangers into quiet wonder. A reminder that light doesn’t just brighten; it connects us.
The Power of Light: Finding Wonder at Eindhoven’s GLOW FestivalRead More
Tennis and writing share discipline, creativity, and failure. Lessons from the US Open and Samuel Beckett on persistence and playing the long game.
It sounds simple, but it’s hard to let go of the monster inside. I had breast cancer, and nothing will be the same.
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.
I celebrated 2022 with a breast cancer diagnosis looming like little black clouds (happy f**king new year).
Pages from my notebook on the search for equanimity in the midst of a breast cancer diagnosis.
Upon hearing the words over the phone: “breast cancer,” my heart skipped. The dark thing on the ultrasound was cancer. Time began to slow; my hands trembled.
Facing breast cancer with courage and strength. This story first appeared in the October 2013 issue of Rochester Woman Magazine.
