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Fumbling About In The Dark: Cancer Is An Unpretty Picture
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Fumbling About In The Dark. One bemused woman in search of a village. Wednesday, July 9, 2014. Cancer Is An Unpretty Picture. Cancer is an unpretty picture. Painted by an indifferent artist. Placing me in an uneven frame. Badly wanting to see me upended. Haughtily mocking all decorum. Bony finger jabs me in the breastbone. A tirade through thin lips cuts me to the quick. I square my shoulders and face my enemy. Hey, punk, you want a piece of me? I have fought more formidable foes than you. Much Ado About...
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Fumbling About In The Dark: The Good Dad
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Fumbling About In The Dark. One bemused woman in search of a village. Tuesday, February 10, 2015. Sometimes he'd take me along with him to the eye care clinic where he was the part-time accountant. I'd get to talk to the eye doctors, my dad's boss and the bookkeeper. Joining them for lunch always made me feel so grown up. I wonder if my dear ol' Daddio is floating around somewhere. I'd like to think that whenever we get hit by a blizzard that he roars with laughter. I'd like to think that he save...Left ...
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Fumbling About In The Dark: January 2015
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Fumbling About In The Dark. One bemused woman in search of a village. Tuesday, January 27, 2015. He is handsome in his Army uniform. The two of them together look as if they had just stepped out of a movie set. My mother doesn't think she is beautiful, but she is. Her hair is perfectly coiffed and her cream colored suit is impeccable. They are posed with heads next to each other. So much in love on their wedding day, 4 November 1945. In his later years, my dad would always say about my mom, "we're lucky ...
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Fumbling About In The Dark: The Year of Living Cancerously
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Fumbling About In The Dark. One bemused woman in search of a village. Wednesday, December 31, 2014. The Year of Living Cancerously. Some time last December, I went to bed wondering what calamity 2014 would hold for us. The answer came back quickly: cancer. I put that out of my mind and went to sleep. Little would I know how uncanny that speculation would be. The trials I had been through prior to cancer prepared me for it, or so I thought. As I wrote in my poem, Cancer Is An Unpretty Picture. Had died of...
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Fumbling About In The Dark: February 2015
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Fumbling About In The Dark. One bemused woman in search of a village. Tuesday, February 10, 2015. Sometimes he'd take me along with him to the eye care clinic where he was the part-time accountant. I'd get to talk to the eye doctors, my dad's boss and the bookkeeper. Joining them for lunch always made me feel so grown up. I wonder if my dear ol' Daddio is floating around somewhere. I'd like to think that whenever we get hit by a blizzard that he roars with laughter. I'd like to think that he save...Left ...
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Fumbling About In The Dark: Sweet Sue
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Fumbling About In The Dark. One bemused woman in search of a village. Sunday, October 23, 2011. You look like hell," I said, when we were finally alone. Thank you." . I stared out at the sailboats on Lake Michigan. Are you afraid," she asked, extending her hand. I took her hand. "Yeah," I responded, still staring out at the lake. Before I entered her room, I had thought about what I was going to say in my goodbye. Sometimes Sue irritated me because she could be foolish. Other times she was very brave...
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Fumbling About In The Dark: July 2014
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Fumbling About In The Dark. One bemused woman in search of a village. Wednesday, July 9, 2014. Cancer Is An Unpretty Picture. Cancer is an unpretty picture. Painted by an indifferent artist. Placing me in an uneven frame. Badly wanting to see me upended. Haughtily mocking all decorum. Bony finger jabs me in the breastbone. A tirade through thin lips cuts me to the quick. I square my shoulders and face my enemy. Hey, punk, you want a piece of me? I have fought more formidable foes than you.
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Fumbling About In The Dark: The Importance of Being Debra Susan
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Fumbling About In The Dark. One bemused woman in search of a village. Monday, August 3, 2015. The Importance of Being Debra Susan. Note: Deliberately leaving out my last name. I am Debra Susan. I am named for two brothers, Daniel and Stanton. I know very little about them except that they were two thirds of identical triplets. My brother, L., is the sole survivor, despite being the smallest of the three. I shrugged. I was embarrassed that I didn't know what had happened to my namesakes. My mother really ...
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Fumbling About In The Dark: Cancelled on Account of Drool
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Fumbling About In The Dark. One bemused woman in search of a village. Tuesday, October 21, 2014. Cancelled on Account of Drool. We move my bed to a corner of the living room. I wake up realizing I have defecated myself. Housemate, understandably irritable, helps me clean myself. She explains that this happened because I really hadn't slept in three nights. That had been the deepest sleep I had had in quite some time. October 27, 2014 at 1:51 PM. Glad you have help and support. October 27, 2014 at 9:18 PM.
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Fumbling About In The Dark: November 2014
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Fumbling About In The Dark. One bemused woman in search of a village. Wednesday, November 5, 2014. A Farewell To Breasts. I've had breasts since I was ten. Or so it seems. I remember being with my mom at Montgomery Ward's to buy a training bra. I remember thinking how ugly it was. I have a distinct memory of being three or four and seeing my mom's naked breasts, and her saying, "I hope you never get as big as me." My paternal grandma was also large breasted. It was inevitable. Even though I knew the doub...
