Operation Livecrime, New Year’s Eve, 1991
New Year’s Eve. Nineteen ninety one. I was at the Queensryche concert in Portland, Oregon. My last chemotherapy treatment was the day after Christmas. Those last few sessions, I would … Continue reading
Some days begin with bacon
My cancer survivorship program has been self-created through the years. I haven’t always eaten so well. Understanding the relevance of diet in our ability to thrive in the long-term is … Continue reading
Thank you for this life
Mom passed away ten years ago today. Though she seemed to see her family doctor every other week for chronic pain for years, they diagnosed her cancer at an advanced … Continue reading
The 21st century cancer survivor’s breakfast: mixed vegetable sauté and fried egg
A friend recently asked me what I ate for breakfast. Sometimes a smoothie. Sometimes gluten free cereal. Oftentimes, I take time to whip up something fun and creative in the … Continue reading
A cancer survivor’s breakfast (with photos!)
Cancer survivorship truly means good eating. These days, I tend to eat less grain, less gluten, less sugar. I feed my body with good quality protein and more and more … Continue reading
New sound therapy album from Taking Care Sound Tribe!
The Taking Care Sound Tribe shed blood, sweat, tears… and, a pancreas, making a sound therapy album of the highest calibre. The recording process brought our deepest vulnerabilities to surface. … Continue reading
Chicken wings!
I was at New Season’s the other day and snagged a pound of marinated buffalo chicken wings at the meat counter. Cranked up the over to 375 degrees and threw … Continue reading
Shipwreck
Some days are a Shipwreck And land seems a Memory You once knew a Life you’ll never get it back… Leave the wreckage Of that broken hull After the tumult … Continue reading
Quinoa and beets
Quinoa cooked in homemade chicken broth with steamed beets and sautéed carrot and beet greens from the backyard gardens of Portland. A splash of balsamic vinegar and dash of saffron … Continue reading
With thanks… Taking Care Portland, August, 2013
Sunday morning. August in Portlandia. Light filters through the window, soft and golden. Hydrate. Stretch. Move. Dance. Run. Down to the river with the dogs to stand atop the old … Continue reading
