The dance with God is a dance with the invisible. It’s like I’m up in my room, house empty but … More
Cancer – A Lonely Hike
Cancer A hike alone With watchers on too far away – I guess I want them them all that way. … More
The Day I Said Grace And Meant It
Ya, I’m one of those who says Grace. In private. In public. In the cafeteria. In a fancy restaurant. And … More
Surrender – I Hate It.
I hate words like surrender. I hate actions like surrender. I hate to surrender. And what I hate I’m attempting. … More
I’ve so missed writing. Day after day I’ve tried. No luck. Today I’m writing anyway. Although I can’t think of … More
The Post Surgery Gift
The Post Surgery Gift Written two years ago, wobbly and foggy headed. Written from hospital bed high above the Seattle skyline. … More
Written for all who have had multiple traumas and try hard to be “fine”. Everyone thinks I’m fine I … More
Cancer is Not Cancer; The Agony of being Dependent.
This was written when I was still quite sick a number of months ago. I was too low at the … More
What Race are the Kindest of Doctors?
I had a doctor once, slight of stature, brown kind eyes, practical wash and wear hair, nothing fancy about her, … More
Breast Cancer killed you. It took and done way with you, my friend. Tore your life away. Now you’re gone. … More