On Falling in Love

A long while back, a friend mentioned in passing that he hoped he would fall in love.  Though the conversation was an interesting one, what struck me then (oddly) was the least remarkable phrase: "fall in love."  Why do we talk of "falling" into love?  Is love a trap that catches you unawares?  A deep... Continue Reading →

Ndikokele Bawo

Last week, I sprang a performance on my students. More than that ... I taught them a completely new song ... a cappella ... in Xhosa ... the day before they had to sing it ... for the whole middle and high school. I'm not sharing this because I'm proud of this last-minute approach to... Continue Reading →

Reclaiming Ground

In this cancer-recovery process, I have sometimes wondered which milestone to keep in sight.  June 5th 2017 = you have cancer.  Mind-altering news.July 18th 2017 = first surgery to remove my thyroid and a handful of lymph nodes.  Life-changing experience.March 19th 2018 = second surgery to remove leftover lymph that was still cancerous.  Will it... Continue Reading →

Bend

"When the storm comes, will you reject the rain if it falls not soft? If it falls not tame?" Sickness is certain in living. Heartbreak is sure in all loving. Death is the door at the end of each path. That these things are true doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is the heart's... Continue Reading →

A Kiwi Christmas Adventure

I made the decision to spend Christmas in New Zealand when an invite from good friends coincided with October's compulsive quilting experience. Random, you say? Not entirely. They were feeling generous and I was feeling impulsive - nothing surprising on either count. So I went! The trip was beautiful (is NZ ever not?). It was... Continue Reading →

Redeeming threads

I've always loved the game of Hidden Pictures: that corner of the Highlights kids' magazine where you stare at two nearly identical pictures and try to spot all the differences between them.  Stained glass is a little like that game - there's always more to see than just the picture.  There is the picture of... Continue Reading →

Clear

Last Tuesday was the six-month anniversary of my second surgery.  While it may not sound as momentous an occasion as the anniversary of my first surgery or even of my diagnosis, I have been looking forward to it for ... well ... six months.  Once again, in honor of the event, I kept another date... Continue Reading →

The Whisper in the Whirlwind

APRIL: So from now until September, I go on living … and healing … and waiting. MAY: Healing.  Shoulder still feels so strange.  Out of place.  The bones don't line up right.  Can't pick up a teapot.  Physiotherapist switches from massage to electro-shock therapy.  You should see a neurologist.  Muscle wastage.  Shoulder blade slipping to... Continue Reading →

Conversation with Myself

"I'm dying," said I. "I know.  How far would you go?"  said she.  "How far would you go to be free?" "Free of the thing that is killing me?  Cut it out!  Carve and slice, burn and dice, poison it until it disappears.  I surrender to the physician's knife and knowledge.  In short: do whatever... Continue Reading →

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