Woosh. All the air left Bonnie’s lungs. The moments-ago lobby scene with Jackie was bad—well, she admitted it had been a fight. Not like the grasping-and-clawing, utterly gross mudwrestling Bonnie had glimpsed during an online search for one of Pastor Rankin’s sermons, but it couldn’t have been described as a discussion, either.… ...
This miracle started with a fundraiser, well, it actually started with a disease. Cancer, the big, f***ing, frightening disease.
I’d had breast cancer – and before that, my mom did. We survived, lived to tell our tale and show our support for others facing the enormous scope of this disease.… ...
Friends share secrets, feeling safe in the hearts and minds, that acceptance with be theirs, no matter what. Each of us has a few, one of them being our Father.
But, but, but, but: have you ever repressed a truth? Not a fib, a flub, or white lie, but a lapse, really.… ...
“Let it go,” the Christian smother says.
Let it go. Be free of angst and regret.
And, it strikes me suddenly:
what she really intends is
to be unfettered,
free of listening
to my burdens,
as I have listened to hers.… ...
It’s 5:34 a.m. when we spontaneously awaken, aware of each other as the covers rustle with movement.
We’ve beaten the clock alarm. Again.
Our dear friend had a chemo therapy session – his 5th one, staring down the barrel of wellness to hit a bulls eye.… ...