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…

On Colons, Cancer, and Courage

The ‘c’ word. No, not that one. This one is infinitely worse. It’s the one that starts with ‘can’ and ends with ‘cer.’ The one you’d really rather not have cross your doctor’s lips in relation to yourself or anyone you love. Yet here we are. If you’ve been wondering why you haven’t seen much new…

Things Better Not Left Unsaid

Before you go on, I should warn you that this might get a little mushy. If that makes you uncomfortable or leads you to roll your eyes, you’d best bail out now. I don’t know if it’s because my wife is in New York and I’m in Budapest, or because I’ve been thinking about my…