January 2019 Amsterdam was definitely not top of my before-I-die list. I didn’t consider getting high on brownies and seeing women gyrate in windows experiences worth the cost of a plane ticket. But then I found out I needed surgery again and would be incapacitated for a good six weeks. So I did what I […]
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This is an excerpt taken from a longer piece I wrote about my interest in researching the CHH thread back through my Mennonite family tree. ******* I roll out the 3 x 4 foot scroll that is my family tree on the hardwood floor of my apartment, old paperback copies of the British mysteries that […]
I wrote this some time ago when I was interested in possibly researching the thread of CHH back through my Mennonite family tree. This is a brief excerpt taken from the chapter. ***** I roll out the 3 x 4 foot scroll that is my family tree on the hardwood floor of my apartment, old […]
As a woman with dwarfism, my height is what people notice first about me. And they’re usually not all that quiet about it. Some women might say it’s their eyes, shapely legs, their bright smile or shiny hair—but for me, I could sing the national anthem whilst bending over buck naked in Walmart and the first […]
Red eye and now a three-hour layover in Munich. But European coffee makes it all okay.
Two weeks ago, I had Moh’s surgery on my back to remove the squamous cell carcinoma that’s been lurking around like a bad cold. I knew it was there and even tried to have it removed last year, but the scraping procedure the dermatologist recommended didn’t come close to getting it all. She’s also the […]
At least once a week I’ll post photos of things that make me happy, things I’m grateful for.
September 23, 2016. I’ve been holding my breath for the past five years. It feels like fifty. When the mass in my small intestines (aka the Little Bastard) was diagnosed as stage II non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma in May of 2011, I’d been expecting it. Call it a feeling, intuition or as my ex would say—a glass […]