Tag: Friendship

A Love Letter to my Husband on the Occasion of the Second of our Three Children Coming Down with the Flu during the Polar Vortex

A Love Letter to my Husband on the Occasion of the Second of our Three Children Coming Down with the Flu during the Polar Vortex
To my dear, amazing, spectacular husband, I know I’m a difficult person to live with. I’m moody, a dreadful housekeeper, an often reluctant cook despite a love of cooking and a genuine flair for it. I’m a selfish and mercurial lover, I yell at the children, and most importantly, I have sleep problems. Since the... Read more »

Next Year is its own Resolution

Next Year is its own Resolution
There is a desperation that comes at the end of the year. All the things not yet accomplished, all the things to begin fresh with the new year. Lists of goals and resolutions and the abortive calculus of “better than” versus “working on” multiplied by “Things That Have Changed.” After Thanksgiving, it’s all a matter of... Read more »

Young, Naive Cancer

Young, Naive Cancer
When I was 23, my fiancé was diagnosed with glioblastoma- terminal brain cancer. Most of our friends were graduating from college, getting jobs, enjoying the freedom that comes in the years after you turn 21 and you make all your biggest mistakes, but not us. Our lives revolved around chemotherapy, radiation, clinical trials, and managing... Read more »
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In Memorium

In Memorium
Today we are burying my husband’s grandmother. There are many kind things I could say about her, that she was brilliant and sweet and kind, but mostly when I think of her, I think of a conversation I once had with my mother-in-law. I don’t know what prompted me, but I was compelled to tell her... Read more »

Names and Nightmares

Names and Nightmares
PTSD is a funny animal. And by “funny” I mean “not funny at all, fuck you PTSD.” Last week I posted about the reluctance of people in the lives of rape survivors to find out how closely they might be connected to an assailant. As you might expect, a few friends reached out to me... Read more »

Saying No to a High School Reunion, or, What To Do when your Friends are Friends with your Rapist

Saying No to a High School Reunion, or, What To Do when your Friends are Friends with your Rapist
This weekend, Mike and I enjoyed an anniversary getaway to Mackinac Island, sans-kids. It would have been wonderful no matter what, but it had the added bonus of giving me a wonderful excuse not to go to my high school reunion. I only attended high school for about fifteen months. Around that time I was raped by... Read more »
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Reaching Back When You Reach Out

Reaching Back When You Reach Out
I write about a lot of things that people often don’t know how to talk about in person. Hell, I write about a lot of things I don’t know how to talk about in person. Part of that is the complexity of the social dynamics in a conversation (is this a person I can talk openly about... Read more »

Happily Ever After

Happily Ever After
I write about the idea of “Happily Ever After” a lot. Really, a ton. I write about seeing every day as a beautiful part of the love story of your life. I write about letting go of “forever” and living for the moment, even the shitty ones. Considering that I don’t really believe in “Happily Ever... Read more »

When the Angel of Death Passes You Over

When the Angel of Death Passes You Over
On Wednesday, M had another round of MRIs, another meeting with his neuro-oncologist, another of those long days where you are constantly both questioning and trying not to question. They’re hard days. No matter how romantic we get inside the hospital, they’re hard days. In some ways, they’re harder now then they used to be.... Read more »
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On Burnout, and Gratitude

On Burnout, and Gratitude
What I want to write is a wrap-up of my BlogHer17 trip, the friends I made, the blogs you should follow immediately, the lessons I’ve learned… but I can’t just now. I was up all night being sick, and before I could even put clothes on again yesterday morning I was on the phone, talking fundraisers,... Read more »