I did not attend my regular Tuesday morning yoga class at Hopewell Cancer Center intending to disrupt class. When I go, I lurk in the back. I’m there to learn presence and stillness in a world, a situation, I can’t control. I’m also there to be around other people like me, people who are bald and … [Read more...]

I am not a superstitious person. I experimented with superstition as a child. I had voodoo dolls, lucky rabbit feet, and all manner of charms and talismans. My mom says I was less superstitious than I was simply a hoarder of tiny crystal figurines that required dusting on a weekly basis. But my … [Read more...]

Aside from the rapid-succession shocks of: 1)      being diagnosed with breast cancer, 2)      twice, 3)      in two years, 4)      before age forty, I don’t think anything surprised me more than the sheer number of suburban-mom friends who offered me marijuana for my chemo … [Read more...]