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The Cancer of Hate

The cancer of hate cannot be cured by the razing of monuments or the National Guard. Its legacy envelopes our pure and precious babies, infects institutions and poisons the rivers of love that nourish souls. The vitriolic vocabulary of hate … Continue reading

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Because Cancer Sucks

Because my mother would die just 4 days later. Because I’m still grieving. Because life is fleeting. Because there is someone that you need to call or visit and tell them that you love them. Because cancer sucks! https://thispedestrianlife.wordpress.com/2011/06/28/shell-be-alright/   … Continue reading

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Her Story

Her story ended 5 years ago tomorrow. Or did it? I can still smell it, the aroma of it, in a Sunday pot roast slow cooking on my counter and also in the domestic union of fabric meeting hot metal … Continue reading

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 Mama’s Love

My mother lost her physical battle with cancer on July 2, 2011 but her spirit remains in everything good and beautiful. When I need strength, I think of her.  When I picture love, I picture her.  I wrote this for her … Continue reading

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The Ugly Cry-Way Too Early In The Day

My summer morning ritual begins with lingering in my bed as long as my body will let me.  That’s generally the ridiculously “late” hour of between 7 and 8!  Then I head to the kitchen where my “liquid heroin” awaits.  No needles required, … Continue reading

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She’ll Be Alright

Our phone conversations don’t occur as early in the day as they used to, because the dawns bring racking waves of nausea and heaving.  The lumps in her neck and throat are making it more difficult for her to swallow (dysphagia) and talk.  Sustenance comes in … Continue reading

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