by Lisa Hubert | May 21, 2021
Without Him At first she is too little to understand She asks for lemons Clouds And dolls Staying overnight In the place where hearts are broken Families are crushed And lives are taken Is like a sleepover for her All her relatives play with her to distract...
by Lisa Hubert | May 21, 2021
Shame and Vulnerability An anguished moan filled the air like a swarm of locusts as the elevator door opened. It was a scream I’ll never forget, a cry that will forever be a part of me. The harrowing sobbing was coming from a stranger in the lobby of the hospital my...
by Lisa Hubert | May 21, 2021
A Six Letter Word She lives in my phone. I scroll through pictures of her bald head and blinding smile, a mask often, she didn’t want anyone to know otherwise. She lives in my body, the things she endured took her life away, they torment me today. She lives in my...
by Lisa Hubert | May 21, 2021
Cancer Girl It’s dark. I should attempt to snag a few hours of sleep from the quickly dying night. Instead, I read the stars out of the window, point out Orion, Cassiopeia, and the Pleiades to myself. The stars remind me of my dad. We used to go camping as a family...
by Lisa Hubert | May 21, 2021
How Long Does A Memory Last? I was four years old when my father died from colon cancer. That is a difficult age to experience such a life changing event as I can barely remember any of it happening. I often ponder if the things I remember are even my memories at all...
by Lisa Hubert | May 21, 2021
My Life, My Narrative, My Future The problem with trying to tell your own story is that you know it too well. I could try to explain to you every event that has taken place over the past few years of my life, but it would take, well, a few years, not to mention that...
by Lisa Hubert | May 21, 2021
Live For Them Life is so precious. It shows us the highs and the lows. It gives us love and light, grief and darkness. In the end, life stops when death comes, so we have no say. We can all strive to be fit and healthy, begging years to not take us, but they do. Life...
by Lisa Hubert | May 21, 2021
The Weight of a Tear My mom was given a three percent survival rate. She was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer that had metastasized into her brain. The hundred thousand dollar equipment tried to calculate how many lesions she had in her brain but came up short...
by Lisa Hubert | May 21, 2021
The Beginning Camera zooms in on a needle/iv and pans out to a busy hospital room. Our heroine lays in a hospital gown surrounded by doctors, nurses, and machines – unfazed by all of the activity. Have you ever wondered if life is real? For a while, my life has seemed...
by Lisa Hubert | May 21, 2021
Cucumber Sandwiches Like countless others, I hoped that things would go well for me this year. I was doing quite well in life in January. I was performing in my first starring role in a school play, I was playing elite volleyball and in the best shape of my life, I...
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