The Texture of Gratitude

On days when I’m reminded that life is a gift and not a right, gratitude feels strong and interwoven, like burlap. It holds all my hopes; hopes that are indelibly entwined with my battle with a chronic illness. Gratitude’s texture is thick and coarse, its fabric worn and heavy, having survived years of sweaty, hot…

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An Unwanted Driver

“The bitter drink of death is still before you.” – C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce A late-stage cancer diagnosis has become an unwanted challenge inviting me and my friends to walk in a uniquely odd journey of hope through a minacious and evolving terrain.

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Accepting the Invitation.

Ten minutes before I am even aware of the darkening clouds outside, I feel his brown eyes seeking my attention.

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