post-traumatic growth…one day at a time
It’s 5:15am. In a little over an hour I have to wake my kids up and explain to them why hate won yesterday. I have to look my little girl in the eye and tell her that a man who thinks nothing of assaulting women and girls is our next president. I’m feeling so many … Read more
I’m one of the lucky ones. I get to have a ‘chemoversary’, where I look back into the past and remember when I was on chemo. What it means to have a chemoversary is that 1) You’re still alive, and 2) You’re done with chemo. So I’m lucky. Really really lucky, and that isn’t lost … Read more
That’s my version of a unifying theory – it answers every question. Why aren’t you smiling? How come you haven’t had a date in so long? Why are you chasing that three-cheese lasagna with three pints of Ben & Jerry’s and a bottle of wine? Because fuck you, that’s why. I’m a little angry this … Read more
I woke up to a soft, apologetic voice. “Mommy, I threw up…” A few years ago hearing these words would have made me growl and rise out of bed with resentment. I would have immediately started freaking out about missing work the next day, and I might have even grumbled at my poor son for … Read more
Imagine you wake up in the middle of a frozen lake. It’s spring, and you can hear ice melting all around you. At any moment a crack could form and you’ll plunge into the cold water, but you’re smack dab in the center of this thing, so you have no choice but to pick a … Read more