Another Mountain: The Fifth Grade Graduation
By fifth grade, he, too, held his breath, waiting for the quarterly PET scans results that would prove that I was in remission.
Suck it Up, Birthday Girl.
I signed the book contract, not sure if the 1967- would be filled in shortly.
Kissing Cancer Goodbye …Again
While I hunker down to get my “baby” ready for the world, I’m going to post the video of my speech by the same name
Hats Off to Hope
The significance of my son wearing that particular hat for his D.A.R.E. program graduation, a de facto fifth grade graduation ceremony, was not lost on me
A Birthday Worth a Bundle
The summer I was 40, I longed to be 43. Not 39. Not 18. Not pre-baby, yet post drinking age.
W for Wow: The Good-Enough Comeback
How could I explain to him that 10 minutes of mediocre soccer was actually a bit of a triumph for me?
