"What am I going to do if you die?” a friend blurted after I’d told him I’d been diagnosed with breast cancer. Not exactly the comforting response I’d hoped for and, like a switchblade, I cut: “It’s hard enough living with my own fears let alone yours!” But the damage had been done and the image that sprang to mind w

No fluttery wings or flowing white robes for me.  My  “guardian angels" are the earth-bound, flesh and blood elders in my life who still shelter me.   Two in particular, Dan, my father, and Bruce, his best friend, are seasoned experts when it comes to living long and living well. Between them, they’ve stock

In the words of my rhyme-loving husband Peter: “An attitude of gratitude is not a platitude, dude!”   Beyond his playful turn of phrase and the smile that crosses my face whenever I hear it, lays a wise, fear-fighting secret.   Cliché or not, reflecting on my blessings during times of illness and challenge