A few people have asked me about my remarks for my mother that I had the privilege to speak at her mass yesterday. Here they are, with one tiny edit. All but one of you won’t even notice… Thank you for coming to show your love and to honor Eileen Helen Crilly West, the greatest… Continue reading Words of remembrance

I’ve discovered in the past few weeks that there are things I thought I’d never be able to do, but that that I can and did accomplish. There are things I never considered in my life, and some I can manage but some I cannot. And there are things I thought I could handle that… Continue reading There are things

Tonight I began a text which I then cut and pasted and began a post instead. Here’s what I was writing to my friend. I can’t sleep and I have no idea why I did, but I suddenly started thinking about you. I was remembering when I lived in Colorado and thoughts about how we… Continue reading I want to be remembered

I’ve been thinking about ranting. I’ve almost been obsessing over it, to be honest. It’s what I spend the bulk of my time doing in the shower. I am on social media too much in my down time and it makes me start thinking in Facebook posts and I have really been saying to myself,… Continue reading Socksy

I did it. I made an extraordinary number of phone calls, researched, analyzed what I felt went wrong before, and I made my appointment to get prosthetics. I asked all the questions I worried about beforehand: what exactly does insurance cover? will I get them the same day? do you carry things in my size?… Continue reading Say Yes to the Breasts

“Oh my man, I love him so.” That’s a line from a song in Funny Girl, one of the best musical movies of all time. And that line? I’ve been feeling it quite a lot lately. I’m one of those people who gets super irritated when I hear that others with anxiety and depression don’t… Continue reading Lucky

Hello friends! It’s been a while since I posted because I feel like I might have hit a bit of a wall with what to write about. Every time I thought to write something it was because of how much I hate cancer, what it takes from me, that I still feel exhausted and pained… Continue reading Just a little

The photo at the top here was taken of the front of my house the day my family moved in. To the side of the front door you see a large shrubbery. Four of them, actually, which were encouraged to grow together into a large cube shape. In the photo, it looks quite a bit… Continue reading Bring us…. a Shrubbery!

I’m in a diner. Not a recreation anything, but a real honest to goodness, third generation owned and operated, hole in the wall diner. I’m sitting at the counter watching the cook prepare my omelette and potatoes fresh just for me, noticing the lack of intentional “good old days” vibe around. Most places like this… Continue reading Missing it