Scars Are Miracles Written on Skin
I sit quietly in the chair as hair falls to the ground. She works quickly and with each snip of the scissors, another question comes my way: Remind me what you do for work? Are you dating anyone? Did you want layers today? I stare at my reflection in the mirror as I...
I Don’t Know What Tomorrow Will Bring, But . . .
My hands hover over the keyboard. I don’t want to write this post. I don’t really want to write any post at all, actually, even though my mind is constantly writing sentences and storylines throughout the day. Part of me wants to blame it on the pandemic, and while...
Darkness Doesn’t Get the Final Say
Nine years ago, at the age of seventeen, I had brain surgery to remove a tumor the size of a golf ball. For months, sickness snuck up on me in the early morning hours and hung on until night fell and sleep took over. No matter who we spoke with or what we tried, there...
heal the wound… but leave the scar
“I wonder if she’ll notice…” There’s a long scar straight down the back of my head, reaching up from the base of my neck. Last week I sat in a black swivel chair, my face reflecting back to me in the mirror as a kind and friendly stranger...
Life After a Brain Tumor: Glorious Uncertainty
It’s 10:46pm on July 5, 2016 and I’m crying at a blank page. There is so much to say and somehow it feels like I’ve written every single line before. It also feels brand new. There’s nothing new to say under the sun and we’ve gone around...
MY BOOK // Even If Not: Living, Loving, and Learning in the in Between
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