On this page you’ll find links both to my favorite posts and to some of the most popular ones. Check back from time to time; I’ll be adding more as the spirit moves me.
The Bomb on the Bus Series
I don’t recall the noise as much as the air pressure. It was as if the six sides of an invisible cube were collapsing in on me. I remember a feeling of weightlessness, then I was bent backwards over the back of a bus seat and several people were piled on top of me. A hot wetness spread from the man directly on top of me and I wondered if he was dead. I wondered if I was dead or about to die. I tried to remember the words of a prayer at the point of death, but I couldn’t.
The Humiliation of Fatigue
Fatigue is real, even though you cannot see its stigmata on my skin.
It’s Cancer, Not A Stubbed Toe!
Living with a maimed body, pain and weakness is still life – and I’ll enjoy it as long as I can. But it is not health. The cancer will kill me. It will kill me sooner rather than later.
The Komen Organization in Numbers and Words
For more charts and my take on the way the Komen organization spends its money, go to the post.
At the left we have a man’s left hand extending from a crisp, white sleeve, looking unnaturally large in comparison to the woman’s. The hand is open, thumb extended, fingers straight. This is a position that requires intention and muscle tone.
At the right, on a lower plane, is the little woman’s right hand. Is it really a woman’s hand or that of a child? The size disparity between the two hands is striking. Does that really look like an adult’s hand? It does not to me.