The thick mahogany desk was covered with a thick sheet of plastic. It was as if the doctor wanted to protect the surface of this desk – probably a reproduction, definitely not an antique. The plastic had little white plastic snaps that attached to each corner, like a Tupperware container. I stared at the […]Read more "We Pick Our Battles"
“So what does it feel like?” Nick asks me this from behind his computer. He’s wincing, I suppose in solidarity, but it feels more like pity. “It’s like when you sprain your ankle, or jam your finger,” I say, sighing, knowing that there is really no good way to explain it to him. “Like […]Read more "In Between Hope"
It was the end of a very long day when I listened to my voice mail. “It’s important, call me back.” One of the more talkative people I know, my friend wasn’t usually cryptic. I called back immediately. She didn’t say hello, only, “So there is a lump….” My heart sank, because that’s a phrase […]Read more "But I’m So Healthy, How Could I Be Sick?"
Hello, PDXX Collective readers, it’s been a while since I last posted. A month ago I spilled wine all over my laptop the night before a presentation. It’s a good thing I had my talk backed up in the cloud, otherwise it would have just been 45 minutes of me sobbing. So I had no […]Read more "My Angry Kidney"
“You look great,” Nick said to me, smiling his crinkly smile and touching my arm. He was a liar, but he was a sweet liar. I looked at myself in the mirror behind the bar. My eyes were rimmed with a yellowish tint. My skin was flaky and beet red from the sun because […]Read more "We Are Still Here"
I was standing on the platform for the 6 train on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, sipping my double latté – it was happening. Again. My hair caught between my shoulder bag and my armpit as I spun around, shocked at the pain that ripped through me. Struggling, I unbuttoned my light summer […]Read more "How It Started"
image by Stockarch. Gina and her friends were already in the kitchen, sharing a bottle of Chardonnay they had brought over. “Hey, Frannie,” Gina said, her toned arms opened wide. Her bronze summer skin glistened in the florescent light of the kitchen. Her jeans were skinny, her tank top tight. “Hey Gina’” I said, and […]Read more "The Girlfriend After You Is Going To Be Easy"
There are few things worse than feeling lonely. Loneliness comes, in my experience, from the most surprising places. You can have a stable of caring, supporting friends, a solid family, a husband, a sister, a cat, and you can still feel it. Because loneliness does not always come from the outside. Sometimes it crawls into […]Read more "Lisa Bonchek Adams, Tweeting Cancer and Loneliness"