#youngadultcancer – Words and Coffee Writing

After-Shock

She’s nobody’s foolto think she deserved some reprievefrom these headwinds and chaos,the tumultuous dayswhen she was caught up in the storm.Now, she spins circles,finds the air is still loadedwith the damp heaviness that forbodes a second storm. I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #165, which was provided this week by BobContinue reading “After-Shock”

5-Year Cancerversary

There is a lot about life that is cyclical. Trends, for instance. The 90s are really “in” right now, or so say my students. We were at a roller rink a few days ago, and every song they played was from 1990-2005. It was definitely creating an intense wave of nostalgia for this Millennial. EvenContinue reading “5-Year Cancerversary”

4th Cancerversary

I can’t believe it’s been four years since I picked up the phone and heard the words “You have cancer.” I spent those early days in shock and disbelief. I was also terrified. I remember going to our New Year’s Day mass on January 1st, 2020, convinced that I wouldn’t be there with my familyContinue reading “4th Cancerversary”

The Founding Member of the Club

moonglow overhead turning slippery bridges into whispered dreams floating down country backroads Mississippi memories What do you do when you’re the youngest person in the room? Do you straighten your shoulders and make yourself taller? Do you tilt your ears, hoping for wisdom’s osmosis? Last week, I returned to Rochester, Minnesota, for my radiation check-up.Continue reading “The Founding Member of the Club”

Winter’s Beauty (& New Published Story!)

wintry limbs tremble under nature’s gray blanket coating thick like wool foamy froth that climbs our knees ice that bends and shimmers trees On this chilly winter day, I’m happy to celebrate another publication! My short story “An Unlikely Ally” is in Wildfire Magazine’s newest issue, Identify & Aftermath, which was released yesterday in digitalContinue reading “Winter’s Beauty (& New Published Story!)”

Daydreamers

Cast off into adorable wonder free for a moment from the mysteries of plagues and missing friends and mom’s missing hair. Open starry eyes under chilled sunshine meandering through streams and chiseling dreams from sandstone pebbles and bleached birch limbs and moon-rinsed earth. This week’s W3 prompt over at the Skeptic’s Kaddish is from MichelleContinue reading “Daydreamers”