I watched this film the day I learned the oncologist found another lump after the first surgery. 

It was a gray day, nothing out of the ordinary for Seattle. I woke up with a particular kind of headache—the kind that sits just above your eyebrow. 

I tried to read, but couldn’t. I tried to write, I’m so behind in my writing watching that dream drift further & further, but couldn’t. 

So I made coffee, French Pressed, gathered the last bits of…

Growing up, I wasn’t the most popular girl. No madame Serena to serve as a tiny mystical guide. I did, however, have a zany music/theater teacher who told me I had a rather large forehead for a child, placing his palm at its center as some sort of “proof” for his seemingly unprovoked declaration. 

It was concerningly damp.

Of all the childhood memories I’ve successfully managed to suppress, that is not one. [dramatic sigh & pause]

Like many girls that age, I…