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This is Between Business Cards
I’m navigating life—one foot stuck in the mud, the other trying to pull free. Like you, I’ve held a lot of roles: sibling, employee, spouse, healthy person and one facing illness. Some of those titles even made it onto my business cards. But life has a way of editing our identities—whether we’re ready or not. Over time, my roles changed. I was divorced. My parents passed. I experienced painful estrangements and major illness. And through it all—showing up, struggling, transitioning—I found unexpected lifelines: family, friends, books, projects and small, quiet gestures that kept me afloat. This isn’t a self-help blog. It’s more of a help-yourself-while-I-stumble-through blog. It’s about the collective…
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Crying Time
I wasn’t expecting to learn anything by sitting in a doctor’s waiting room. “It’s such a relief they got all the melanoma,” my friend had said to me after I told her I was seeing yet another doctor to have my droopy eyelid evaluated — a vestige of my recent cancer surgeries. I nodded and smiled. I didn’t want to tell her I was still shocked by the stranger in the mirror, or that sadness still sneaks up on me, leaving me with wet cheeks. No one wants to hear that. The next day, I drove 45 minutes to the appointment. The Savannah area is called “Boomtown.” With its growth,…
