
A Different Kind of Charm
I have no idea what time zone my body is in or really the soil and soul to which I’m… read more
I have no idea what time zone my body is in or really the soil and soul to which I’m… read more
For a while my oldest daughter wasn’t worried about my upcoming adventures until a male friend at Calvary’s breakfast for… read more
As the final week before departure approaches, I’ve been imagining two months of life mostly in tents or tea houses… read more
How long before you can say you are a cancer survivor? How long before the coast is clear and you… read more
The cancer surgeon smiled. My scars were well healing and not too obvious two weeks after I finished radiation (MammoSite… read more
It’s been five days since radiation ended. And I have more energy than I did before I started this interim… read more
What a great experience this past week has been. There was no doom or gloom. Radiation treatments were fascinating, a… read more
The day is crisp as a good croissant, the river wider and deep enough to drown the skyline, the barges… read more
I almost cried “Uncle” yesterday. And I never had an uncle, or aunt for that matter. It was a rough… read more
As I rustled through old papers and memories (an organization surge prior to going back in to out-patient surgery to… read more