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Truth Tale #11: Dead Crow

On Monday I had an appointment, a very important appointment…one that has been needed for over 2 years…and one I’ve been on a waiting list for months. So, what I’m saying is, it was a big deal thing, with loads of anticipatory anxiety and all of the sweaty palms, rapid/irregular heartbeats that go along withContinue reading “Truth Tale #11: Dead Crow”

Truth Tale #10: Pantoum? Ok.

I’m doing a writing workshop with some authors I admire and love. I had done the first two segments, and saw that the next workshop included the word POEM. My first thought was to skip this altogether….because…who writes poetry? I don’t. I’ve never had an interest in it. Seems boring, and confining, and something thatContinue reading “Truth Tale #10: Pantoum? Ok.”

Truth Tales #9: Unsettled & Old

Yesterday was a day. It was Yom Kippur. It was Wednesday. It was therapy day (thank G-D!). It was a day of realization. It was a lot of things. As soon as my Face Time therapy session began, I started by saying, “The themes of the day are ‘unsettled’ and ‘old’. I thought it wasContinue reading “Truth Tales #9: Unsettled & Old”

Truth Tale #8: Farewell, Respect the Rays

13 years ago I had my first cancer diagnosis. Melanoma. 10 years ago I had my second cancer diagnosis. Melanoma. And 10 years ago I started Respect the Rays, in response to having had a second melanoma. It started with the idea that educating teens about sun safety was something missing, and needed to beContinue reading “Truth Tale #8: Farewell, Respect the Rays”

Truth Tale #7: That Moment of Grace

In a world where I sometimes feel it is close to impossible to witness or experience grace, I was just given what feels like a flood of miracles. Proof of grace. It can happen when you least expect it. And that’s exactly what happened… I was in LA for Passover. Gathering with family. Everyone butContinue reading “Truth Tale #7: That Moment of Grace”

Truth Tale #6: DOPESICK

I’m so scared. I’ve done this before. Many times. The energy inside me drains out of me like a slow leak in a tire, eventually flattened and unusable. The disease of addiction can be fucking unrelenting. It’s very tricky, and complex and horrifyingly painful to watch, when your own child is actively using. The fearContinue reading “Truth Tale #6: DOPESICK”

Truth Tale # 5: rTMS. What is it anyway?

Today was my last day of rTMS treatment. Bitter sweet is what I feel about it ending. I’ve been doing a 5 day a week routine for the past 7 weeks, and the groove I get into is sometimes as soothing as the outcome of the treatment itself. My nurse Agnes is what I willContinue reading “Truth Tale # 5: rTMS. What is it anyway?”

Truth Tale #3: Tantrum Envy

Yesterday I saw a young mom and her toddler son coming out of some kind of martial arts class. The little boy, looking so tiny in his over sized white pants, feet peeking out the bottom, the white robe top, being held on to his body by a giant belt that looked more like aContinue reading “Truth Tale #3: Tantrum Envy”

Truth Tale #2: Dads & Daughters

Something hit me today. Hard. At some point in the day, I was thinking about the child/parent dynamic, and how, even as a 52 year old woman, I still call my dad for help, for words of wisdom, for anything really. And that most of our conversations are focused on me and whatever is happeningContinue reading “Truth Tale #2: Dads & Daughters”