By On the Occasion of Getting the Results of a Biopsy a poem by Jene’ Jackson I lifted my eyes to the sky after hearing “all clear” at a dreaded follow up To see two hawks circling between contrail X’s hallways the high ways. The hawks circled each other together but
The Worst Victoria Secret’s Experience Ever: An Excerpt from The Oat Project
Note: That photo up there was taken post-tattoo, post-book, long after the moment below happened. In the following, I was just trying to do and finish the project, feeling like I sucked at everything, trying to do what I said I would do, all amidst the core of being a mother.
An Excerpt from The Oat Project
JOURNAL 11.21.2012 Last night, I sat with my mom as she struggled through the worst night of pain thus far in her fight with cancer. Her abdomen was sore from throwing up, the morphine was not working well, and her thirst remained unquenched fearing more nausea. I felt completely helpless. I
Face Your Fears
I am on a “bumpy ride.” Almost home. The flight to Denver was a turbulent one. I almost did not get on this plane to Colorado Springs. I almost got off after the pilot announced it would be a bumpy ride. I think of all the friends in Denver who
