For several weeks my mother gently encouraged me to consider a wig. "We all wore them when you were little. Remember the picture of you and me when you were tiny?" The picture arrived on my phone. I demurred, saying I was opting for the Jackie O look to make use of my scarf collection. She revisited the subject … Continue reading Mother Knows Best
Looking for meaning in this cancer diagnosis has proven to be a futile, yet time/heart/mind-consuming exercise. I'm feeling a bit unfairly and cosmically bullied. I play by the rules and do as I'm told. I volunteer at my kids' schools. My high school senior class named me Apple Polisher. "I've tried so damn hard," I texted college … Continue reading Not Getting the Pictograph
