Category: Diary

Me as an egg? I don’t even know what this is. But it’s accurate. Feels accurate.

Sometimes a call from a friend makes a big difference. In the past two days, I’ve gotten two great calls.

It matters. It matters a lot. I’m so glad I have the energy for calls again.

Experiencing the weekly chemo face rash for the last time and finding right on my cheek: a heart.

I’m a subscriber of Writer’s Digest. The writing prompt I got this morning got words flowing.

Strangely cathartic.

Just chemo day, but lots of changes to my treatment schedule. Not at all what I expected.

Thinking of friends and getting ready for some writing – whether I’m up for it or not.

Some of these lines can be erased. I’m certain of it.

Meh.

Running my own cafe is one of my great desires. I get ideas for my future business all the time.

Here’s my latest little thing.