• Breast Cancer Treatment,  Diagnosis,  fear of recurrence,  Mammograms,  Memoir

    the saturday shot … i’m expecting you

    One of the first gifts my husband ever gave me was a silver pocket compass.  While not at all useful, it is of great sentimental value.  Having noted very early in our relationship my stellar capacity for getting lost and notwithstanding the fact that I was then a novice driving on the American (and wrong) side of the road my man…

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    the saturday shot

    As the title of my blog suggests, I am supposed to be taking time to “consider the lilies,” to engage in a stock-taking that will help me do better this evening, tomorrow, next week, next year. By its very design, vacation makes this an easy but somehow less satisfying avocation, for isn’t it within the minutiae and muddle of everyday…