Forget that every inhalation is like dying and waiting to start life over again, over and over with every single breath? Oh my god, how do we forget? It was beginning to feel like nothing would ever be the same again.
Category Archives: Writing
She Speaks: Merry Christmas or Happy Homogeneity
If anything could be described as unavoidable, it’s Christmas. It’s what happens when you combine capitalism and religion – less about giving and more about buying.
She Speaks: We can only do this one way—together
We could just choose to be determined to be respectful and kind during a frightening time—and this goes for climate change, too. Maybe kindness is a kind of cure.
She Speaks: Here we go again
Perhaps this sounds a little whimsical. But I have come to learn to trust myself. It’s how I left unhealthy relationships, it’s how we caught my cancer early, and if I was meant to be on town council, then by golly that’s how I’ll get there too.
She Speaks: Either you’ll get cancer or you won’t
For me, cancer clarity has become a real thing. Your focus narrows. It becomes evident what is important and what is not. What is based in love, and what comes from fear.
She Speaks: Injustice marches on. Where are you?
It is not a broken system, it is working as designed, and therefore cannot be fixed, only destroyed so we can start again.
She Speaks: What does it take to die in Canada?
It’s my estimation that in my lifetime, MAID will be the most common cause of death for its affected population, and that conversations about what constitutes a ‘good death’ will be dinnertime fare, not deathbed pleadings.
She Speaks: My new year’s resolution is…
No one will thank you for making them a sling when your femoral artery has ruptured. You have to take care of yourself first.
She Speaks: You are not up for grabs
I have no problem being a buzz-kill when the buzz harms me or others. I am important and so are my values, and I will prioritize them because that’s the person I want to be.
