by Ivy Hughes | Jun 22, 2020 | Coronavirus, COVID-19, Grief, Mindfulness
Last night I murdered a man, cut him up in quadrants, left him in the middle of my bedroom floor and cleaned my house. When I finished, I put his severed body, which was shockingly weighty, and several bags of trash into an alley dumpster. I waited for the police....
by Ivy Hughes | Apr 13, 2020 | Coronavirus, Coronavirus and death, Grief, Mindfulness, Survivorship
Today was hard. Today, I felt what it’s going to be like when my parents die. First, I woke in the wee small hours of the morning because I felt one of my children scream. I have two boys. They are two and are currently with their father, with whom I share custody....
by Ivy Hughes | Mar 24, 2020 | Compassion, Coronavirus
If you believe the majority of coronavirus deaths are occurring among a throw away, older population that has already lived; is well past its use; and won’t be missed if time accelerates for them by ten or twenty years, this is an excellent time for expansion. I used...
by Ivy Hughes | Mar 16, 2020 | Belief, Coronavirus, Value
I went to Walmart the other day and by the time I was halfway through the store, I was in such a panic about COVID-19 and the end of the world that I started throwing shit I never buy into my cart. Shit like salt and vinegar kettle chips; baked Cheetos; and cheese...
by Ivy Hughes | Jan 8, 2020 | Dating after cancer, Life after breast cancer, Life after cancer, Relationships and sex, Sex after cancer, Surviving cancer, Survivorship
Reclaiming your sexual self after cancer is as bad as it sounds. Actually, it’s worse. It’s like falling off a shining new Gary Fisher and then being given a unicycle with a flat tire and a rusty chain. It takes effort where effort wasn’t previously required and it...
