Normal was precious, cherished and distinctly temporary. Within a measly four weeks of finishing 10 months of treatment, it was already shattered. As I collect the shards, I am reminded that this is not the end. This is simply on the continuum of healing. I expected a few months of…

On the day of my funeral, it’s sunny and warm, exactly as I’d hoped. The pavement sparkles with possibility. It’s the final chapter of my book, but I can’t shake the suspicion of a new one beginning. Before me is an archway adorned in balloons, photographs taped to the perimeters…

Musings on mortality, time and a shitty diagnosis. On paper, I’m the healthiest person most people know. As an avid fitness junkie, former Division I athlete and could’ve-been-nutritionist, cancer as a young adult was never an idea on which I chewed. Health and fitness has always been an element of…

L’chaim! Writing, to me, is a bottle of champagne. An idea for an article will wake me up at night. Sometimes it’s a headline, sometimes a zinger one-liner and sometimes it’s just an uncontrollable draw to create and release. If I don’t jump on it immediately, the idea starts gnawing…

Why I feel sh*tty and why that’s a problem. I let it slide the first time. He went in for a kiss during a work happy hour in front of some colleagues. …

Thoughts, reflections and wistful pride of success served on a silver platter. My 24th birthday was on Friday, June 5th. This was the same day I accepted my dream job. I’m humbled, grateful and excited. Per usual, I had a “How-To” Medium article teed up on the topic. But somewhere…

It was a grueling, anxiety-filled two weeks preceding the news. Having been recently promoted onto my team, if the cuts reached the dermis, I’d be one of the most vulnerable. With the announcement that the majority of our department would be eliminated, it came as little surprise when I received…

Seven hours seated next to every stereotype of a shitty passenger, only mashed into one person. — “Oh, so in your world, you can just reserve overhead bin space?” I’d just gotten comfortably situated in my basic economy middle seat — seatbelt on, oversized backpack securely jammed beneath my feet — when I witnessed her come in with a vengeance, spitting venom at an elderly gentleman. The…

One year ago today, I realized I was smart. The discovery bubbled to the surface, slowly, after 22 years of being filed away in a sea of manila folders. It was always there, tucked amidst the resumes and pamphlets and memos that read: You must not dream big, for you…