I've written before that someday I'd like to get a tattoo that reads "Scars are like birthmarks but with better stories". Scars are funny. Some are on the outside, some are on the inside. Some scars heal and lighten on their own, and some scars are dark, rippled, puckered and pronounced forever. We often don't… Continue reading Another scar….
My new high is when I'm in that sweet spot. When it feels so good and I chase it again and again. I'm not talking about alcohol or any kind of illegal high, but I crave it just the same. No, I'm talking about that sweet window...just an hour or two when the ibuprofen stacked… Continue reading The New High in my life
Twitter. It seems be be getting a new push and is a super active and dare I say hip place to be. Now, I've been on Twitter for over ten years in various account manifestations. I started my very first account after breast cancer and as a means to connect to other breast cancer survivors,… Continue reading My love affair with…
Today I am 48. Sometimes I get the birthday blues. Not this year. I always feel like a fool when I get birthday blues. I should be so grateful for another birthday! Especially as a cancer survivor, I should cherish every year older as a gift. That is exactly how I'm feeling today about my… Continue reading Birthday thoughts….
Will my mind ever cease being an ever swirling pool of anniversaries and dates? I am like Rainman with dates and anniversaries. They bubble up in my memory and I just can't help it. Today is a perfect example. November 12th. The day before my son's birthday. The day 24 years ago that my ex… Continue reading Anniversaries & Milestones
Has it really almost been a month since I published a blog post? I'm sorry, y'all. October has me in its snare again. Every year I get weird. I get sad, depressed, angry and pull inward. I call it cocooning. I sort of wrap myself up in my apartment and don't want to talk. There's… Continue reading October
Twelve years ago my body changed. Twelve years ago today I was in surgery for eleven hours as I underwent a double mastectomy and reconstruction in the same day. I often joke that on September 11th, 2006 my twin towers fell. That joke doesn't feel right today. Seventeen years ago today something horrible happened in… Continue reading September 11th
I talk a big game, y'all. I have made excuses for my non dating, non sex life for months now. All the reasons are true - I don't trust my bullshit meter when it comes to my heart, I don't want to share anything with anyone, I want my life to be my own one… Continue reading Warning! Serious Overshare Ahead
The first year of divorced life is legit like living in a bipolar fever dream of mood swings and emotional roller coaster rides. Die hard readers will remember when I wrote in a previous blog that when the writing bug hits me, it goes something like this.... The first sentence of a blog or article… Continue reading Tattoobies & Other Ramblings
October is breast cancer awareness month, and I'm proud to say I'm an 11 year survivor. So as a survivor, you might be surprised to learn that I hate the pink ribbon. I have grown to despise the pink ribbon, in fact. The entire month of October has me doing whatever I can to stay out… Continue reading Pinktober