I’m still working on this one (this is rough draft number five), but it’s beginning to take shape. __________________________________ Cancer, the silent killer. By the time you see the symptoms, it’s too late. Blood in the urine, bile behind the eyes. Jaundiced skin stretched over calcified bones; you watch the organs fail, one by one.…
In just a few short weeks, Father’s Day will be here. This will officially be the ninth Father’s Day without my dad and I’m frightened by how many days can pass now between thoughts of him. When he first died in October 2006, I couldn’t find a second of the day he wasn’t in my…
Photo: My father, circa 2003. Taken on a visit home during my first year in college. I wrote the following short story (non-fiction) for my Ethnography class. It’s too personal and emotional for me to really edit, alter, or attempt to submit for publication, so I’ve opted to share it here. ____________ September 20th, 2006:…
Today marks the sixth anniversary since my father passed away from kidney cancer. I was twenty-two years old, just seven months away from my wedding day. A week before he died, I had no idea his cancer was terminal. To this day, I’m not sure if my father had known and didn’t want to burden…
While my husband and I were out shopping this afternoon, I decided to take a quick peek at my school email. I’ve been checking it frequently, as I’ve been providing that address as my primary contact for most of the contests and literary journals I’ve submitted to the past few weeks. I’ve gotten very used…
Victoria Elizabeth Ann 