It is kind of hard to write something funny about getting a diagnosis of breast cancer, but it helps if you were signed up for G.I.S.H. (W.E.S) before even a hint of trouble arose on the horizon. GISH(WES) stands for The Greatest International Scavenger Hunt (the World has Ever Known.) It may not cure cancer…but it sure cured getting the diagnosis.Continue reading Can GISH Cure Cancer?
This has to be the most click-baity (not to mention misleading) title ever.
If you were looking for pictures of yours truly in a bikini throwing down with other middle-aged women in a pay-per-view mud rink, brace yourself for disappointment.*
In conversation with a friend recently, we mused on literary and televised influences that informed our subconscious desires. (Some giggling may have been involved. Sue me.)
Listen in if you dare… Continue reading Childhood Crushes: Forbidden, Foreboding, and Formative Fictions
I recently received an unexpected gift in the mail.
And in person…
And in several persons…
But first, it began with a cup of tea.