Thirty years ago, when I was nineteen, I set out with my brother to hike around the base of Mt. Rainier in Washington State.

I still have something to say about my cancer experience. I’m done, right? Cured, healed up. I look totally normal. What more is there to say, it’s all behind me now, right? Wrong

I have been crying a lot lately. The great gift of tears that seem to pry open all the cracks a little wider and let everything spill out.