Clip my lush blond to the root and strip away my self-identity with all its egoic glory. Like Hell Week with its mental anguish and physical punishment, I am undergoing an initiation of sorts–
This one will make or break … Read More
There’s a stranger in our house.
I catch a glimpse of her in the mirror and turn away. I’m not ready to face her yet.
My husband comes up behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders. He steers … Read More
I'm approaching chemo week like a spring break booze bender.