This is the letter I just sent the client I had booked in this morning for an in-home proofing session. Dear Jessica, First, I have to once again apologize for the ridiculousness that was this morning. I’m still playing catch-up from the medical leave, so the last few days have … Continue Reading →


Curtis and I have had that talk. The “four, but three” talk. Saying I don’t want it isn’t quite true anymore. I think I have had the itch for months, I’m just so utterly terrified at the idea that I can’t bring myself to realize how obsessed I’ve become. Curtis … Continue Reading →


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  • 23 November, 2009
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I found this set of older writings from just before Curtis’ surgery, so I’m posting and expanding on them as they’re still relevant and important. Seeing my therapist always makes things a little easier to handle for a few days. An afternoon curled in her chair is a big “this … Continue Reading →


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  • 19 November, 2009
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Curtis is home now. His incisions look really good – none of that oozing, grossness that would indicate things gone wrong. In fact they hurt him the least out of everything. The worst he’s gone through was the gas pain. Not gas like gas – gas just floating around in … Continue Reading →


A very quick update

I have spent 12 straight hours at the hospital, most of which was sitting on the floor outside the ICU crying my eyes out while they would not let me in to see him and very carefully skirted the, “If he’s doing fine then why isn’t he out yet?” question. … Continue Reading →


Yesterday was the farewell party for a good friend of mine. He has cystic fibrosis, and after the latest bout of H1N1 almost killed him, he’s been approved, or moved up, or something… and he’s going across the country for a lung transplant. In his words, he’ll either come back … Continue Reading →


I have this strange feeling my dad is reading my journal and not telling me, then asking suspiciously leading questions about how I’m feeling in this, “I know the real answer but I want to see if you’ll actually tell me” way. But, if he does actually read this and … Continue Reading →