Just A Summer Read? (Part 1: The Value of Fiction)
From early childhood, I have gleaned a wealth of knowledge from reading fiction. I am grateful for the life lessons […]
From early childhood, I have gleaned a wealth of knowledge from reading fiction. I am grateful for the life lessons […]
In Wisconsin, we have two seasons—winter and construction. For me, a diagnosis of ovarian cancer hurled me into a winter
“I have stage 4 bladder cancer,” my sister Tracy said. “It’s also in my lungs and liver.” No! I felt
“I have stage 4 cancer,” my sister Tracy said. I groaned as I tightened my grip on the phone. How
Blobs of paint, faceted stones and skeins of thread crafted into masterpieces by my own hands boggle my mind. (See
“We should start a social group for ovarian cancer survivors,” the leader of our STS (Survivors Teaching Students) course said.
The ball drops in Times Square, announcing the arrival of a new year. For many, promises of new beginnings and
Turkey, tinsel and Christmas lights cannot fill the emptiness in our hearts after the loss of a loved one. A
Electricity filled the air, sparking excitement and anticipation as I approached the registration table at the Monona Terrace. The time
Pink lights illuminate bridges, state capitols and city landmarks. Runners, walkers and strollers race for the cure. Pink ribbons embellish