Keeping it Real Storytelling
I had finished weeding around the begonias in my grandfather’s garden as I did sometimes on Saturday mornings. I knew that he would be waiting inside for me. I was nervous about going in because I had something on my mind. I was 16 or…

I had my sixth and final scheduled round of chemotherapy for uterine cancer almost two weeks ago. Treatment is never a straight path and mine…

During these slow, hot days of August I’ve been thinking back to small and large life events that have left a lasting impression on me.…

Like so many of us who have elderly parents living in senior residential facilities, my 89-year-old mother Ginny has been on lockdown since mid-March because…

My nurse removes the needle from my port and I gather my things to leave the infusion suite. Thankfully, it was only saline solution today.…