One Tit, One Pit: Or Why I’m Refusing Reconstruction

One Tit, One Pit: Or Why I’m Refusing Reconstruction

Most weekday mornings at my house start with a boob search party. “Boys,” I say. “Help me find my boobs.” “Mama, boob. Mama boob,” says Ryder as he squats down to look under my bed. “Hmmmm,” says Loren, following his mother’s verbal thought cues. My two year olds are...
Why Having a Ménage Was the Best Post-Cancer Sex Act I Could Have Performed

Why Having a Ménage Was the Best Post-Cancer Sex Act I Could Have Performed

Reclaiming your sexual self after cancer sucks. It’s like falling off of a shiny 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 forces the issue of how to be in a...