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TYOLD Day 2: The Shoe Car

I have lived in the same general area of Los Angeles for most of the nearly 30 years it has been since I escaped from Iowa (which I did as soon as I was sure my parents couldn’t send a sheriff to bring me back). It’s North Hollywood unless you want to call...

The Year of Living Differently

I’m bored. I could wax eloquently about the search for meaning in my life after a brush with death in the form of a particularly nefarious form of cancer. I could frame it in bucket list and/or YOLO terms, just to be multi-generational. If I tried hard enough, I...

Flawless

Every time I look in the mirror, the scars are a reminder. I have been struggling with them; the scars.  I think they are ugly.  I joke it off by saying that I look like an assistant in a magic act that went horribly awry, but really I feel freakish and disfigured....

Reflective

It’s been an interesting year.  How’s that for understatement? Let’s tally it all up, shall we?  Four surgeries, three endoscopies, three PET scans, 17 days in the hospital (6 of which were in the ICU), ten different doctors, around two dozen...