Spending Christmas Eve With Cancer

A team of very serious Smurfs paraded around the room prepping my mother for a surgery that rhymes with the word “Nipple.”
I looked around in confusion. How the hell did we get here?

How was this life?

My mom tried to “bless me”. I stopped her. I told her she could do it later, after the surgery.

I regretted it as soon as the words were out of my mouth.

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The Cliff

There is a moment suspended in mid-air where the entire world seems to freeze, holding its breath as yet another tiny creature leaps into nothing, perhaps a little too confident that love can carry, and not questioning if it would or not.

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What if our bones are just pens, and we’re all walking around this earth trying to write the story of ourselves onto its pages?

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