As usual, we sit around the table and focus on our screens. My mom fidgets nervously, searching for a topic to break the silence. My dad’s glasses reflect glare from his computer, obscuring his eyes, but it doesn’t matter- I wouldn’t look at them anyway. A time of communion, soured by avoidance and discomfort, and Read more about A Family Meal[…]
Growing up I was a goofy, energetic kid. I would spend my time running all over the place, finding things to amuse me, even when I didn’t understand why. I would go out and play weird made-up games with the neighborhood kids until sunset. My energy was so kinetic, yet had so much potential. I’m Read more about Miracle Boy[…]
When my mom first spoke the word “cancer” to five year old me, it had no meaning. It was just another word that I didn’t know, that I had yet to learn. I couldn’t understand why she had me sit on my bed, why she was holding my hand, why she looked so distraught. I Read more about A Word I Got To Know[…]
For my eighth birthday I had a cupcake party. My best friends came over and we decorated and ate cupcakes. It was so much fun. I was in the second grade at Little Chico Creek and Mrs. Wren was my teacher. I was learning about multiplication and the solar system. I loved going to school! Read more about An Extraordinary Life[…]
I sat down beside my eldest brother in the living room, my middle brother would not be home from college for another week. The Christmas tree was lit up vibrantly and the faint crackle of the fireplace was in the background. Then I saw my mom’s face, and I knew that something wasn’t quite right. Read more about Cancer Still Wrapped[…]