Monthly Archives: March 2012

The Love-in 12

For Diana’s 50th, I had whisked her away to a romantic weekend, just the two of us. For my 50th, Diana surprised me with a huge party with all our friends and family from near and far. I gave her what I wanted in a party; she gave me what she wanted. So it all [...]


Whose life is it, anyway? 4

And now we get to the part of the story where I feel sorry for myself… My aversion to therapy wasn’t based on personal experience because I had no personal experience of therapy. That’s because I had an aversion to it. If there’s a good reason for that, it’s buried somewhere deep and I’d need [...]


Round Up 11

A metastatic cancer is one that, like Wal-Mart, has branched out from its original site and taken up residence elsewhere. In Diana’s case, pieces had broken off the mass in her left lung and gone into her lymph nodes, right lung, and brain. And possibly into the fluid around her heart—fluid that shouldn’t be there. [...]


Help wanted 7

In another lifetime, I was sitting on a bench with my buddy, Doug, in a small town in France trying to recover from jetlag and watching several concurrent games of boules played by (mostly) men of all ages in the village square. It was serious business. When a guy in the group closest to us [...]