I’ve been re-reading some of Alice Seabold’s memoir of that same title.  She was, in some ways, the inspiration behind Lymphomania.  I’m awed by her honesty, humanity, and humor in light of what she experienced. And so, in turn, I’ve been thinking about that word lately.  A lot.  Like alotta […]

This Is Me Buck Naked

I think I’ve figured out why I’m not sleeping.  And surprisingly, it’s not just because I looked at this photo just before going to bed last night: Though I’m quite certain that didn’t help.  (I’m looking at you, Creamed Corn.) You see, Interwebz, I finished my book.  Or at least […]

Mennonite in a Little Black Dress

A few weeks ago, a dear friend of mine handed me a copy of a book and said something like, “This made me think of you and your book.”  Having now read the memoir, what I think he meant to say was, “This is what you might sound like if […]