Last week my husband and I celebrated “Happy Patsy Doesn’t Have Cancer Day”.
Or we would have, if I had been feeling up to anything at all beyond lying in bed and listening to my audiobook. 1,377 more words
Part of the reason I can’t give up blogging is because I need a space to write. This much I’ve known. Since I don’t keep a regular journal anymore I need a place that’s as easily accessible as a notebook where I can sort out my thoughts. 1,083 more words
It ends with drastic acceleration as the protagonist, imagining beyond the film he has just seen, presuming that “Hitler turned into a baby” (Vonnegut 75), swiftly followed by all of humanity moving in reverse and decreasing by number until all that remained were “two perfect people named Adam and Eve” (75). 510 more words
So, I’m back from my three-month hiatus and all I can say is it’s been rough. I decided that this will be my first piece I write because not only will it bring some sort of final closure to probably the hardest three months of my life, but I also wanted to give someone out there who might need it a little bit of hope and a guarantee that there is light at the end of any tunnel. 1,235 more words