November 22, 2019
At 7a.m. on November 23, 2012, my life stopped. I was 37. My life had changed before this in big and small ways; mostly good, some spectacular (having two healthy kids). But hearing the words—sorry to do this over the phone; you have advanced inflammatory breast...
read moreLet me start by saying that I love trees. There is nothing that would make me cut down a tree. However. We had three plum trees along our side fence. About ten feet high, they were planted by the......Read More
Have you ever spent $30 on greeting cards? Last week I was in my local Safeway, picking up the three things my son will eat. I was distracted, I was wandering. It had been a rough month; actually, a......Read More
As the new year unfolds I wanted to post the highlights from 2018 and what’s happening in 2019. And in the spirit of Marie Kondo-ing, it is all in one tidy post. Last year was full of: everything. I......Read More
Lyft is offering free rides to cancer patients in major U.S. cities as part of their ongoing relationship with the American Cancer Society (ACS). Read all the details here. ...Read More
Spring arrived this year in fits and starts. Just when I’m ready to slap on the sunscreen and put away my winter sweaters, the rain comes back. This uncertainty, this instability, has been getting to me. And last week......Read More
As I watched the inauguration this morning I found myself looking back, to where I was four years ago. And I realized that on this day in 2013 I was about to start another round of chemo when I......Read More
Despite the ongoing debate about “pinkwashing”–the misuse of the breast cancer pink ribbon–I seem to be surrounded by it. On my flight from San Francisco to North Carolina, I chatted with a flight attendant and her sister is going......Read More