Daughters in law

Daughters in law

When she comes to you, and sits, telling you her hardest thing. She is neither your daughter nor your sister, she sits somewhere between, her blood entwining with yours through your grand-babies. I look to her, sitting there, remembering that...

Reeling with Cancer

Reeling with Cancer

A funny thing happened on the way to the recording studio last week: I was heading there to record the chapter in my memoir, Pluck, in which my mother dies of breast cancer, when my phone rang and my doctor told me that I had been diagnosed with...