Tag Archives: Sarah Sadtler Feather

lucky me?

Many weeks ago, as I walked the neighborhood with my new baby snuggled in his Moby wrap, a woman coming out of her car stopped us with a smile.  She peered in at Earl’s tiny face. “What a beautiful baby,” … Continue reading

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fight club

It’s no accident that I haven’t written since my ovarian sister Sarah Feather passed away last month.  I see now how she served as some kind of reference point for me, as if every time I sent my words out to … Continue reading

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dear sarah

Dear Sarah, You have taught me so many things over the years – years that have unfolded with laughter and tears, with shared emotions, with rocks climbed.  Now, you are teaching me how to say goodbye to someone I have … Continue reading

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no line on the horizon

Following my hysterectomy in the early days of winter, 2008, my oncologist presented us with two treatment “options.”  In my haze and numbness, I was largely unable to absorb information; Mike became my eyes and ears, as well as my … Continue reading

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my left foot (or, what’s compulsive after cancer?)

Today started with barking, dog wrestling and a power outage.  We just spent ten days taking care of our friends’ Pomapoo, who loved to begin each day with a vigorous yet playful attack on our own aging basset hound.  High-pitched … Continue reading

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hopeless/heroic

Tonight, I would rather be sprawled out on the couch, listening to the Phillies game, eating mango sorbet and spacing out.  It has been, to be blunt, kind of a shit week.  Not in any dramatic, existential way, not in … Continue reading

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