There’s No Place

Becoming a nomad isn’t quite as seamless a transition as I envisioned months ago. Imagine selling or giving away almost everything you own, placing a few pieces of furniture and some artwork in foster care with friends, and packing the rest of your belongings in your car. How might you feel, knowing there is no... Continue Reading →

Riding the Waves of a Story

Whenever I have the opportunity, I visit a lighthouse. It’s in my blood. My great-great-grandfather, Charles Greene Crane, was a member of the U.S. Lifesaving Service, the forerunner of the Coast Guard. He and his crew stood watch over the sea at Harvey Cedars, on Long Beach Island, New Jersey.  We grew up hearing stories... Continue Reading →

Pearly Gates

Driving the Ravenel Bridge over the Cooper River from Charleston to aptly named Mount Pleasant, I’m struck by the sunlight glinting off the bridge’s cables. “Looks like the Pearly Gates,” I say out loud to no one, creating an official theme for the day. Soon I’m sitting in the sun on the deck at Shem’s... Continue Reading →

Seeing the Light at the End of the Tunnel

On March 21, three days after my last journal entry, I came home from the hospital. Turns out I had no lung infection – just damage from radiation and chemo. Prednisone (a strong steroid) is the medicine that keeps the inflammation down and keeps me breathing. Unfortunately, it has bad side effects if used for... Continue Reading →

I Don’t Have the Worst Thing!

Yesterday morning I was to start my fourth chemo treatment. Instead, here I sit, on the 4th floor of the hospital, at 4 am, trying to type with an oxygen monitor taped to my finger. They evidently sort patients by their zodiac sign here, and I’m born on July 20, my sign is Cancer, so... Continue Reading →

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