The day after my liver transplant, as the fog of anesthesia cleared, a cloud of deep sorrow settled in its place. As days turned to weeks, I regained physical stability, but my emotions remained shaky. I wrestled with guilt and gratitude. Someone, … [Continue reading] about The letter I wrote to a stranger
But I see it every day October 22, 2014 As I was being wheeled into surgery for a liver transplant, the surgeon asked me what kind of scar I wanted. Confused, I asked him to clarify. He said he can make the incision in one of two ways. It was … [Continue reading] about The thing that’s not really an object
but old photos prove it existed At 17 I was restless. The power struggles between me and my grandparents resulted in frequent screaming matches over what felt like unfair punishments and rules. I spent an inordinate amount of time confined to my … [Continue reading] about The object I no longer have
December 1988 On my lunch hour, I bundle up and head to a local gift shop nearby. I wait for the WALK sign to blink and then rush across the slushy street. Inside the shop, attached to a lighted display, a sparkle gets my attention. It’s a tiny … [Continue reading] about The guardian angel pin
In the office, in a file cabinet, bottom drawer, very last folder titled “Writing”, you’ll find the Life section of our local newspaper from 2003. It contains an essay I wrote. It was the first time in my life my writing earned money. My husband … [Continue reading] about The old newspaper