WordsWordsIt’s not all rainbows and butterflies in remission
How do you process grief for someone who is still alive?
Will it ever truly warm up again?
Sometimes you have to remind them.
She was moody, but had a pretty good excuse.
I realized just being there was the point.
Who knew my body would become so engaged with cancer when it is not even my body doing the surviving?
It’s February, deep in snow, yet one small leaf won’t let go…
Is there a more dismissive phrase?
The thought of this secret, swelling enemy aligned sickeningly with the hot, stuffy days of summer we were in.
Waiting might be the worst part.