I woke up at 830 tonight from one of those "I am about to die" dreams. I had fallen asleep around 600 after a day I took off work to put my apartment together. My dear friend from college was coming to visit for the weekend but she had to cancel at the last minute.
In the dream I was in a concourse or a food court area. I had been moving around from place to place as I was waiting for something to happen. There weren't many people in this space. Finally, I settled in to a…Continue
So I went on a date last night for the first time since my divorce. I separated in August of 2010 from a guy I had known since childhood. In college, I may have gone on two actual getting-to-know-you dates, which apparently aren't memorable enough for me to get a firm count.
I met "Charles" at a Winter Solstice party held by the Houston Atheist's Association. So, basically, we met at a bar. He's a former Jehovah's Witness who had a great many intelligent things to say about why…Continue
It's my Dad's hair, my Uncle's hair and my PawPaw's hair.
No, I'm not related to Lyle Lovett...that I know of.
Yes it had always been curly, but not that curly.
I like it because it's different, I hate it because I have to gel it into submission every morning.
I am no longer in the fishbowl.
The fishbowl being my term for life as a cancer patient. An invisible thing, but a barrier separating you from those who are not experiencing anything close to what you are experiencing. It even has a distorting effect on how you see the world much like a fishbowl would.
Patients themselves seem to be aware that we are not one lump of generalized experience; we each have our own fishbowls, and we ask about each others' experiences knowing they…Continue