Category: Souvenirs
A Long December
You just call out my name
The Practicality of Preparing
Some of it’s magic, and some of it’s tragic
On apologizing and making amends
When you want to punch a holiday in the throat
No moss on this rolling stone (revisited)
Ghost
The biopsy, the Good News, the end (of this super long story)
In between moments (part two)
In between moments (part one)
Ugh; the ultrasound
And then I got the call to come back for an ultrasound
So, how’d the actual mammogram go, then?
Wait, shouldn’t you have had that first mammogram four years ago?
That time I had my first mammogram and it totally fucked up my Christmas vacation
Fuck Cancer
The Post I Don’t Want to Write
Hello, evening
Dad’s old train set
Inscribed
How much yarn and fiber can be stuffed into the back of a minivan?
