An Open Letter to Those Who Think Sandy Hook Is a Conspiracy

There is a hard underbelly in the aftermath of the tragedy in Newtown that I've been wanting to address for a while now, but have scarcely wanted to acknowledge it for fear of perpetuating it. But my disgust and anger is so full and complete these days that I can hardly contain it....more
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Fortnight for Freedom?

I saw the sign outside of the church as we pulled in last Sunday and immediately knew that I wasn’t going to like whatever it was about.  “Fortnight for Freedom”.  At first I thought it was some sort of right wing, tea party movement.  But why would my church allow a political sign in front of it?  No, it couldn’t be that....more

Auld Lang Syne Dammit

"Are you kidding me?” I asked my brother, completely exasperated....more

The Gift I Did Not Recognize At the Time

My mother was diagnosed with cancer in March of 1992.   There are moments, both little and small, of the journey we spent together during her illness that are still full of sharp edges.  Many of them have to do with their proximity to a holiday.  This story below happened three days before Christmasin 1992, when I was twenty two years old.   It's taken me eighteen years to finally be able to delve back into these me...more

It in fact was a special holiday. I think we all appreciated our time together more than if were ...more

Her Last Thanksgiving

It seems like it was a lifetime ago, and yesterday, all at the same time.  It was the night before Thanksgiving, 1992.  My mother had been released from the hospital that day, having spent ten days in first the critical care unit before being moved to a private room.  Her struggle to regain her strength after a spring and summer filled with chemotherapy and radiation had been rocky, at best.  She was just not bouncing back the way we all thought she would, or should.  ...more

This was really touching, I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving <3more

The Grace of a Child

I was sitting in a waiting room in a hospital. I was so used to this waiting room that I started to greet the same people who sat in it by name, along with us, five days a week. Z, my nearly three year old son, was playing on the floor at my feet.  He had a plush football in his hands.  Our routine was now that he would peek in the doctor’s office every time we came in for my mother’s radiation treatments to see if he could get the man to talk to him....more

It very much was. It helped all of us. :)

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Lung Cancer Sucks, Or, What We Finally Decided To Do

After visiting several doctors for multiple opinions on what, if anything, could be done for my mother’s cancer, we finally had a plan.  My mother would undergo treatment in a clinical trial.  This had the advantage first and foremost of being free.  Secondly, it gave us something to hang a hat of hope on.  All of the traditional survival rates for chemo and radiation were absolutely abysmal for my mother’s t...more

To Chemo or Not to Chemo

My mother was awake and off the ventilator when entered her tiny ICU room the day after her surgery.  One look at her face as she met my eyes and I knew that she had already heard, seen the doctor, knew what she was up against. “How are you feeling?” I asked as I took a seat in the chair that barely fit alongside the bed behind all of the machines that were still hooked up to her....more

My Mom Has Cancer...Now What?

It was time for the phone calls.  My sister and I took the quarters that we’d gotten from the cafeteria earlier in the day, literally dozens of them, to the bank of payphones down the hallway from the surgical waiting room.  We had told everyone else to go ahead and go home; there was nothing else to do here until she could see people, tomorrow.  Tonight she would be in the ICU, no visitors save for family, and so there was no point....more

I Can't Believe My Mom Has Cancer

The surgery was taking forever.  What did that mean? We’d spent all late morning and afternoon in the surgical waiting room.  The gravity of the situation was clear by the crowd assembled this time.  My sister and I started the vigil, but people came and went to sit with us as the hours passed.  My brother joined us midday.My friend Karen came for a few hours, some of my mother’s girlfriends came and went, and my sister’s husband was there.  We watched the same scenario play out all day long:  family members would be sitting in small groups,whispering or talking or watching the endless supply of daytime television until a doctor would come to the room and speak a patient’s name out loud.  Then the doctor would stride over to the group that made themselves known and deliver the news that the surgery was over, that it went as expected, that the patient was in the recovery room now, and it would be minutes/hours before they could see their loved one....more

I know that feeling so well and wouldn't wish it on anyone. It never completely goes ...more