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
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
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
Mornings are chaos around here – getting the kids fed, dressed, watered; lunches packed; breakfast made and eaten; homework folders found under the bed or in the backpacks. Then coffee, email, coffee, email, work… I would like to say......Read More
I’ve been preparing for a speech for the American Cancer Society’s Relay for Life at University of San Francisco (more on that in another post) and wondering how to condense my story, inspire, and be relevant all in 10......Read More
It’s been March (really, February) madness around here! I thought I would ease into the new year and then wham–incredible, life-reminding stuff has happened so I thought I’d hop on the ol’ blog and share it! My first thrill......Read More