I am in here.
“In luck” makes it sound as if luck is a place. Well, if luck is a place, I suppose I am there. Reading Leroy Sievers’ blog, though, gets me to wondering about the boundaries of this place, the boundaries of luck. Currently, Leroy’s outlook isn’t looking as rosy as I had hoped it would, though … Continue reading In luck
I have never quite reconciled myself to last summer’s leaving us. I especially miss warmth and sunshine on a day like today when the gray clouds are way too thick and a drizzle falls on and off throughout the day. I wish that there were something more interesting to write about, but I suppose I … Continue reading January gray
There’s something too romantic about lighting the fireplace early in the morning, to read your email by its light. One thing that cancer has taught me is that you have a lot more leeway in your life than you thought you had — leeway, for instance, to sit here writing, as I most want to … Continue reading Too romantic
This current bunch of silence on my part is due to the first anniversary, last Tuesday, of my diagnosis of esophageal cancer, Stage 1. Obviously, it was a big milestone to me, and I spent a small part of that day wondering what, exactly it meant, to me. What, after all my thoughts these last … Continue reading Anniversaries.
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