Grief is a Hole
Not a pothole that makes the car jump when you graze is edges, but a sink hole that has swallowed everything you knew into itself…
Unicorns and Zebras
I’m a unicorn because my mom was a zebra.
Mom was diagnosed with Neuroendocrine Tumors (NETs) formerly known as Carcinoid Cancer. The NET community adopted the zebra as their mascot…