Recently I had the opportunity to babysit a friend’s pet pig, Beyoncé. She does this little twerk thing with her rear, hence the name. And oh my gosh, there’s not much more fun than keeping a twerking house pig for a week. We laughed all day, every day.
Read MoreY’all probably think I’m a vain creature. Or you will in a moment. I recently wrote about the loss of my hair and how vain I felt in mourning it. Cancer and chemo are cruel things in so many ways, y’all, but the worst elements of this adventure are the ones which others can see most clearly, like the hair loss.
Read MoreWhat do you do when you have a life sentence? Rather, a death sentence? Do you spiral into depression? Or do you find joy?
It turns out I do both.
Read MoreThere’s currently tension in the Duford household and it is palpable. It’s a tension thousands of other families around the country are simultaneously experiencing with us. You see, our daughter, Haley, is desperately awaiting word from the colleges she has applied to as to whether or not she’s made their cut. No big deal, just the fact that her entire future - what she’ll do, who she’ll marry, where she’ll live - likely weighs in the balance.
Read MoreAllow me to introduce my circumstances.
Four years ago I was diagnosed with stage III rectal cancer. I tell people when asked, that I had the most glamorous kind of cancer. Especially once the rectum was removed and the surgeon equipped me with a lovely ostomy bag. After a year of treatment, I was told I was cancer-free. Woohoo!
Read MoreI’m in the produce aisle at Trader Joe’s, standing in front of a cooler stocked with containers of blueberries. I can see some include unripe berries, so I select a pint that looks good and turn it over to make sure there aren’t red ones hiding on the bottom. It’s at this moment that the container slips from my hands and lands on the floor, the lid opening to scatter fruit in all directions.
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