I remember camping at the beach or in the mountains as a child during summer vacations, and being allowed to choose a souvenir from each family trip. Mad Libs, a yo-yo, wax bottle candies, a tomahawk, arrowheads, sand dollars or the hermit crab that lasted about the first hour of the trip home seemed like …
Unity
When my hair started to thin from chemotherapy and my makeup could no longer hide the dark circles under my eyes, it was hard for me to look in the mirror even long enough to brush my teeth. The lump and the scar on my right shoulder from the portacath showed glaringly in my mind’s …
See!
I saw my first butterfly of the season the other day. Golden like the sun outlined in black, floating on the wind as I walked with my husband and the Danes through the woods. It almost collided with my forehead as I was focused on finding good footing on the path. It was gone in …
A Fitting Reply 