“Death, on the other hand, is the final silence.” – Audre Lorde, The Cancer Journals
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This time last year, I received my sixth and final cycle of chemo. And earlier this month, I learned I’m still in remission. During chemo, having this much time felt impossible. A whole year. An eternity. A moment. I’m surprised, daily, at how far I’ve come, how much better I feel. While looking at myContinue reading “Chemoversary”
The boxelder bugs skitterfrom their winter closetsas I resist being beatenback into mine. Despiteeach blow, this thought:what is life withoutblossoms flexingin the sun, all that rainbow? And always death, like a cat, waitson the other side of doors.In winter, in tight stale spaces,it pounces on anything that moves.In spring, it leaves behind scatteredblossoms to rubContinue reading “Seeds”
This one’s dedicated to Damaged Book Worker and former and current SPD Staff. Love and strength to you all. *Please note, the warehouse manager mentioned in this piece is not the current SPD warehouse manager *The ED mentioned in this post is the current ED, not J.L. This is my farewell letter not only toContinue reading “Toxic: A Farewell to SPD & Hostile Workplaces”
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