In 2005 I was twenty-six years old and the youngest person in the chemotherapy room by about forty years. I can walk through all of it now. The doctor telling me. The surgery. Getting the port put in that they'd run the chemo through. Driving myself to treatment, then to work, then home. The discomfort, … Continue reading Chemotherapy And Donuts
Take A Nap
May 2016. The vice president over our group called and asked me to come to his office. He hardly ever talked to me. I knew before I stood up. I knocked, he waved me in, and he said it from behind his desk — times are tough, the decisions have been hard, we're going to … Continue reading Take A Nap
She Hated The Car
The rescue had named her Cookie, because her face looked a little like a chocolate chip cookie, which it did. We changed it. Neither of us wanted to spend the next decade calling out a dessert every time we opened the back door. She became Sabrina — half basset, half beagle, picked up because our … Continue reading She Hated The Car
Too Slow
Slow — “My father used to get frustrated with how slowly I washed dishes. He was right, and I was slow on purpose.”
The Wrong People Are Shipping
Mid-2000s, late twenties, and I got pulled into a funnel. Blogs were taking off. Everybody had an email list and a free PDF and I wanted the free prize inside, so I signed up, and then I read the thing. The copy was ridiculous. Overwritten, wandering, wild claims stacked on top of each other, and … Continue reading The Wrong People Are Shipping
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