A table of weeds and a heave of grace…..

Four years into life with adequate bosoms there came an aching under my arm, a numbness to my fingers that would come when I played hard with my kids or worked vigorous in the yard. Eventually I could feel it, a tumor the size of a tennis ball. I was scheduled for surgery and waited…

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Silicone sorrows and weeping wings….

I’ve had a broken wing. Sometimes gimpy these last 30 years, it’s been cut up to remove tumor and strip lymph nodes. I’ve grieved some things, especially how a swollen pain will insert itself when I paint and write and prune and plant and sometimes just breathe air. I used to imagine the injury a…

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