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A taste of freedom.
It’s early on a quiet Sunday morning, and the sky is starting to lighten with the dawn. A cup of coffee by my side, I’m reflecting on the long conversations only hours ago. Last night DangerBoy called...
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Mad world.
It’s 2:30 in the morning, and I can’t sleep. My mind still races. It’s filled with a kaleidoscopic collection of images and emotions and injuries and death. Some of it is Boston and today’s attack on...
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Cult of personality.
I went out several weeks ago with a friend to attend a goodbye gathering for a someone we know who’s moving out of state. Other than the guest of honor and my partner in crime, I really didn’t know...
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Maternal instinct.
My house is quiet this morning as I sit at the table, contemplating the early sky through the window. Gentle tendrils of steam escape from my mug of coffee, the ceramic feeling reassuringly warm in my...
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Examination.
photo credit: Jennuine Captures cc I don’t want to be here. My thoughts are disjointed, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle dumped unceremoniously on the table. I try to sort them; to right the upside down...
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Testing, testing.
The compression plates of the imaging machine are cold. I shrug out of one side of the gown while the technician positions my breast and my body for the best imaging angle. The plates compress...
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Yesterday I got up at 4am to make sure I was out the door in time for my flight (not that I was anxious or anything). I’m gone for three weeks to do some speaking, some learning, and some hanging with...
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Dawn’s in trouble; must be Tuesday.
Hello, Ms. Smail? This is Dr. Duncan. I’ve got the results back and there is an abnormality that we need to talk about. Please give me a call so we can schedule an appointment for you to see me. It’s...
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Since you’ve asked.
A lot of you have noticed I’ve had a procedure done this week and asked how I’m doing, assuming it was a continuation of “our continuing stoooory of a breast that’s gone to the dogs.” (Why yes that’s a...
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Living. Out loud.
My mouth was full of toothpaste when the phone rang yesterday morning. I didn’t recognize the number, but by the time I spit and answered, the call had gone to voice mail. I rolled my eyes, stuck the...
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The only way out is through.
Today is is the last day of February, and it has been bitter cold. So cold you feel it deep in your bones. So cold you think you’ll never get warm. To be honest, it has suited my mood. I have struggled...
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Still life.
Despite nearing late September, the sun is bright in the sky. As is my norm on most summer weekends, I’m out on the deck reveling in the afternoon’s warmth, LoveJunkie sprawled at my side, recharging...
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Collapse and think and remember and thank.
This has been one hell of a two month sprint. My timecards show me out more than I’ve been in. My Asana dashboard consistently, insistently shows me multiple tasks overdue. I’m hit and miss on email...
View ArticleA series of unfortunate events.
It’s been 16 weeks to the day since my son was hit by an SUV while riding his bike to class on his first day as a Penn State freshman. In that time, a college semester has started and ended. Late...
View ArticleNew life in stillness.
It’s finally spring. I’m finally cleaning. My house, much like most of my life, has been in an upheaval and it has taking this long for me to give a damn and do something about it. I am not kidding...
View ArticleWanting.
It’s been eight weeks to the day since I knew something was desperately wrong. In 48 hours, she was gone. I am still a hot mess. I want to be able to write about her. I want to be able to remember the...
View ArticleReclaiming my domain.
Hi. My name is Robin, and you used to know me. (Hi, Robin.) The year started out like any other, but then life happened. Normally I’m able to roll with the punches but in March, I lost my faithful...
View ArticleGold dust woman.
TRIGGER WARNING: Physical and sexual abuse, themes of dominance and control It’s been two months since my mother died. Almost two months since I drove to Iowa and stood at her graveside in a small...
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