Cancer brings a cycle of unwanted questions. Scary questions. Questions no one wants to ask. What if they can’t catch it? What if it spreads? What if it comes back? What if I die? What if I have to leave the people I love behind? Will I break my little girl’s heart?

Last week, I was diagnosed with a urinary tract infection, an issue common enough, especially for women, that it shouldn’t be cause for alarm. But with cancer looming in my background, frightening questions started foggi...

Ask any fourth grader. Unfairness is what pisses people off.

It’s not infuriating when no one gets candy. It’s infuriating when one person gets it and another person doesn’t. For no reason.

Injustice is how wars start. Many people have died inflicting it and many others fighting it.

So when Gavin Newsom issued his executive order last week, it’s no wonder I felt the bubble of fury rise from inside and ooze through my blood stream.

The next day, a tenant called me and said he wasn’t g...

This week I heard a familiar voice on KQED Public Radio – one of my former tenants was being interviewed. I’ll call him Frank, but usually, he goes by “Bulldog.” Apparently he lives on the Joe Rodota Trail now, the massive homeless encampment in Santa Rosa, CA.

Let me tell you about this guy.

I remember the day a social worker approached me about taking him on as a renter. “We’ll pay the rent,” she said. “I’ll provide oversight.”

I’d heard this story a million times from other soci...

A quick story, told in numbers.

It’s that time of year.

I fly to the other side of the state, make my way to the hospital from the airport, and step into the meditation room for a moment of reflection before checking in.

It’s a small room on the first floor. After the angst of leaving my family, the craziness of parking, and the grit of the city, this room is a soft landing.

I heave open its thick, church-like door and take in the shift. Noise gives way to quiet. My eyes adjust to diffused lighting, and the only...

A new technology called cryotherapy might help you avoid chemo.

It is the nature of serious illness to leave questions unanswered. The blonde in the waiting room is one of them.

My family and I stopped to look at art this week. While we wandered around sculptures, someone smashed the window of our truck and stole our stuff: all three passports, two cameras, and lots of clothes, but most devastatingly, they got my laptop. The book I’ve been working on and countless sketches of stories, columns, op-ed pieces, snippets of poetry – my body of work such that it is – all gone.

I remember when our family’s coin-op laundromat got bumped twice within a two-week peri...

“Could I have some water?” Gary bent his head closer. Apparently, my husband couldn’t hear me. I couldn’t remember ever being so thirsty, and I felt too weak to talk.

We were in the Emergency Room because I had neutropenic fever, a condition that happens sometimes after chemo when a high fever indicates a low white blood cell count. It’s serious and can quickly become deadly. Gary had called Stanford at the first sign of my spiking fever, and he was told to get to my local ER.

“It has...

The hardest part of cancer? That’s a loaded question, but telling my kid about it ranks up there at the top of that list. Lauren had just turned ten when my husband and I found a lump in my breast. A few days later, an oncologist predicted I had three months to live. “We have to tell her,” Gary said. I wanted another day, just one more before we had to rock her world. But eventually, I did it, and if you have to do it too, here’s my advice:

1.  Get Your Head Together
Before I talk...