Jack’s classmate, the little boy for whom we had the blood drive, is not doing well. His liver is reacting negatively to the chemo he had before the marrow transplant. His tummy is swollen, he’s feeling bad, and his “numbers” (whatever they’re tracking) are “not good.” Anyway this doesn’t help him, or stop these chain…
Trajectory
Do you ever feel like you’ve been gently, insistently redirected? Herded. Shepherded. There is a distinction, but in either case, direction from an outside source is implicit. A sheep-i-ness is implied. I have let the slings and arrows of daily existence make me go baaa. I sometimes feel my youth slipping away from me, which…
My Pride, My Joy
The past two nights, I’ve had to take Jack to stay with friends for the evening while I putter about doing law school activities (the husband and baby were out of town). The first night, my best law school friend graciously changed her dinner plans with a bunch of people. They were going to meet…
Quick (and Depressing) Brain Dump
I cannot say this aloud to the people I want to say it to, so I’m going to splash it here. But quickly, bc I have a lot to do. So a little boy in Jack’s class has leukemia. It’s the “good” kind of leukemia – as in, the kind that is more like a chronic…
Fairy tale
Once upon a time, back in the days before my marriage, I still lived with my oldest younger sister. We lived together in a tiny grayish house in Hillsborough, North Carolina, a town that still holds my heart, though I try daily to forget it and devote myself body and soul to my new home…