There’s a wrong way and there’s The Write Way. The wrong way is to not do it at all, to allow the Inner Critic to silence your
You may have noticed the new banner on my blog, “LEANING INTO A NEW NORMAL- With Celenia Delsol.” It occurred to me, after writing for
The Story I Don’t Want To Tell You (About My Cancer) – Part IX: Recovery’s Gifts
RECOVERY – 1) a return to a normal state of health, mind, or strength; 2) the action or process of regaining possession or control of something stolen
The Story I Don’t Want To Tell You (About My Cancer) – Part VIII: Complementary Alternatives
I chose the Western medicine approach to treat my cancer. It’s certainly not the only way and frankly, I’m not convinced it’s the best way. The data
The Story I Don’t Want To Tell You (About My Cancer) – Part VII: Insurance
Weeks after all my treatments ended, I got the bill for my radiation. Just the radiation. Not the tumor surgery, not the multiple scans taken
The Story I Don’t Want To Tell (About My Cancer) – Part VI: Radiation
The plan was twenty-eight sessions of radiation. When I first heard this number it sounded like a lot. I mean, it was Stage 1; we had caught
The Story I Don’t Want To Tell You (About My Cancer) – Part V: Mother & Daughter
SHERO (pronounced SHEE-roe) a female hero, a feminist warrior, a woman who’s willing to be a badass There are a few sheros in this story.
The Story I Don’t Want To Tell You (About My Cancer) – Part IV: Chemo
Just as I was finally fully recovered from my butt surgery, and before chemotherapy could begin, a simple surgical procedure was required to insert a
The Story I Don’t Want To Tell You (About My Cancer) – Part III: Post-Op
My “medical problem” is on a part of my body that people generally sling insults or make jokes about. I’m not in the habit of
The Story I Don’t Want To Tell You (About My Cancer) – Part II: The Surgery
The thought of someone slicing into my body is not as alarming as it probably should be. Yes, it’s going to be on my butt, and yes,
Writing & The Itty Bitty Inner Critic Committee
Yes, I have a whole committee. They are a noisy crew, and lately, as I question whether to dive into the RE-writing phase of my
Just Another Moment
The moment is at 5:41 a.m. It’s not yet daylight. My housemate Lulu is licking my hand. I’m not usually awake at this hour and
