Honest  Bird

Everywhere I look there is an excuse not to write. Countless books to read or rooms to straighten or times my children need me. I've...

I seem to be dreaming only I don't remember falling asleep. I slip in and out of nothingness.  There is a black inky haze around me,...

When I'm wheeled into my new room in a different wing of the hospital I'm caught off guard by how big it is and that there is another bed...

The morning after that conversation with my sister and best friend my usual waking thoughts of dread and fear gather over me like a...

What I love about rehab is that I am free of cords and tubes. I learn to cover my open stoma with my good hand in such a way that I can...