Poem for My Flat Chest
In keeping with my recent posts on whether or not to reconstruct/replace one's breasts after a mastectomy, I offer one of my poems: Double Amputee I have looked this way before– flat-chested, pencil-thin when I was ten Strange it is to seem a sexless child again (Too bad about the graying hair and slightly sagging chin) (Excerpted […]
Father’s Day – Death
This week of Father's Day, I'd like to share several posts about fathers. I will start with this one about my dear father: On Saturday morning—exactly one week after my ovarian surgery—I awoke at eight forty-five. It was late. Dad had not checked in at six forty-five as he had every morning in the three […]