Chapter 2: The Book I’m Writing

Well, I realized it’s been quite some time since I posted Chapter 1, so here’s Chapter 2. Hope you enjoy, and feel free to critique! END of CHAPTER 1:  So at the end of the week I packed a few bags, my fishing pole, a selection of books. I locked the front door of the…

I Wish Cancer Would Get Cancer and Die

Having invited you all into the saga of my wife’s cancer (if you have no idea what I’m talking about, you might want to see On Colons, Cancer, and Courage), I’ve realized that I haven’t provided much by way of updates, aside from on the FNFF Facebook page, where I euphorically announced that she was “100% CANCER…

Love in the Time of Arthritis

My mother’s boyfriend is moving in with her. Let me parse that sentence a bit. My mother. My mother is eighty years old, in excellent physical and intellectual health, but, following the death of my father roughly six years ago, has been feeling understandably depressed, obviously lonely, and occasionally crippled by indecision. My mother’s boyfriend. Admittedly…