I had cancer. I was squished, prodded, zapped, poked, sliced and diced. My first diagnosis was met with varying degrees of shock, fear, pragmatic acceptance ...

After my extraordinary mom passed away I had to deal with her ‘filled to the brim’ condo; along with the aching loss. For four years ...

Dear Diary… my little white diary with the latch that could lock away thoughts for my eyes only... I’ve deceived you. I was a teller ...

~ As a writer of treasured anecdotal minutiae... come take a load off and let’s take a trip down memory lane ~ First of all ...