Tears are running down my cheeks. The oncologist is saying I need an ultrasound with a biopsy. If they can’t find the lump with that procedure, they’ll do another MRI. I’ve had four tests since March, and now I’ve got more to do. Plus wait again for the results. I write about strong women, and […]
I’m scared. I’m having a MRI done today, and they’re checking for breast cancer. In the past month, many women have told me their own journey with cancer. They don’t mention fear, but I know they were afraid. Still, they faced what they needed to face. “Everyday courage” is what I call it. You won’t […]
For the next two weeks I’m in New York researching Ancient Egypt at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and the Brooklyn Museum. I’ve got many other museums on my list, like the Tenement Museum on Orchard Street, which will give me insight into how people lived in cramped quarters. I’ll try to take in a couple […]
This week I’m in Tampa, Florida, working with an editor to improve my skills as a novel writer. It’s a big thing. I’m flying across the country and spending hours with her. But this is how important writing is to me. It’s worth it.
This past Monday was the sixth anniversary of my husband’s heart attack. On that day, just like every year, we go back to the hospital where he was saved. We eat a meal in the cafeteria, walk past the room where he recovered, and sit in the garden where we planned the rest of our lives. It’s […]
I’ve made a mistake. I’m talking on the phone, and we only had a few minutes. Under pressure, I talk fast, and despite how I try to curb it, I’m curt. I sound like a jerk. Everyone who knows me well can name a few of my character flaws. Hopefully, over time, all will be […]
My voice sounds gravelly and my elbows are drawn into my body. The key presenter of the weeklong writing workshop is telling me that my novel needs much more work. He’s right–I know it–but it’s still hard to hear. I thank him for his time and immediately go to the bar for a glass of […]
Staring at the ceiling, my mind’s churning as I’m lying on the hospital bed. The ultrasound technologist is eerily silent, staring into her monitor while she moves her equipment up and down and round and round my breast. I’m frightened. I’ve been down this road before several times, always with a negative. But how many […]
I’m taking a week off, visiting San Francisco’s finest bookstores. It’s the best time to visit bookstores, because they each have a table full of books about historical women to honor Women’s History Month. See you next week!
I’m choked up and can’t speak. Tears are in my eyes. There she is, my foster mother, walking into my house for dinner this week. She’s 95 years old, and she’s still stylishly dressed. When I was a 17 years old, I had to get glasses for the first time. She took me to the optician. […]