Sowing Good Seeds

Dearest Genevieve, Remember early on in my treatment when I told you I wanted to work toward ego-death ultimately to become loving awareness?! (I do, because it was easily the bravest thing I’d ever wished for myself outside my head). I remember bracing myself for any sign of doubt from you—my worry monster desperate to…

By the time Drew entered my orbit, I had spent a hefty portion of my time on earth perfecting the art of hustling, helping, and doing without for love. Operating outside of my body was the norm back then—disassociation having come to my rescue early on as the little ‘t’ traumas (as my counselor refers…

My mom’s brain tumor reared its ugly head when I was in the fourth grade at C.D. Brillhart. Near the end of an otherwise uneventful school day, Mr. Grieser summoned me to his desk and handed me a small piece of paper. Even as I write this, I can vividly picture the school secretary Mrs.…