Questions that are harder to answer than I expected*: Why is today Thursday? Why is January the first month? Why isn’t 45 a date? Why do you have to go to work on Tuesdays? Why do we have bedtime when it gets dark? Why do I feel sad sometimes? Why are you here? Why are…
Category Archives: I hate cancer
More than enough
As many of you know, I was sitting here last Wednesday feeling helpless. I had intended to write about Sebastian’s first soccer class and Theo’s first toddler class, but when I sat down to Just Write, all of these “I can’t” feelings poured out of me. And I received much sympathy and many virtual hugs,…
Helpless
My nephew is in the hospital again. I can’t cure him of this terrible disease because I have no gift for medicine. I can’t send him presents because they are already overwhelmed with toys and books and packages from all his adoring fans. I can’t sit quietly with him or take him to the play…
