About

I began keeping a journal in earnest when I was 18 years old, two years after my dad succumbed to the cancer we watched him slowly deteriorate from, but from which he sought no treatment for. 

I wrote it all down — and have begun to go through the notebooks, an act of purging the past, of going through the scribbled words, looking for the lessons from my parents as I try to parent my children in a time of chaos and disinformation, the levels of which we could never imagine, not even in our darkest nightmares.