Category Archives: Morbid adventure

Sometimes these involve travel, but more often they’re just parts of life

What will you do?

I’m not sure what made me think of it this morning, but the last time I went out was February 23, the final day of the Indie Author UnConference at the San Francisco Chinatown Hilton. I had a wonderful Vietnamese … Continue reading

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Selfie Exploration

I’m usually the one behind the camera when my family travels, so there are lot of photos of my daughter — and some of my husband — but very few of me.  I’ve gotten better about trying to get at … Continue reading

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If I knew how to goit, I would goiter

The month after my brother died, my throat began to feel really weird: like my voice had turned sideways and lodged at the base of my neck. In the bathroom mirror, I saw a large round lump on the left … Continue reading

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Death Salon Seattle

It’s taken me all week to decompress from my jam-packed weekend in Seattle. This was the seventh Death Salon (the third I’ve attended) and I met so many amazing, curious — dare I say morbid — people from around the … Continue reading

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Summer is fading fast

This is not how I thought the summer would go: full of doctor appointments and hospital visits.  I assumed that the neurologist we saw four days after school got out would have all the answers.  I suspected my daughter’s headaches … Continue reading

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