During that fateful September phone call in which my doctor stunned me with the surprise cancer diagnosis, he mentioned that PET scans illuminate cancer cells by using radioactive glucose. This is because cancer cells consume sugar at 19 times the rate of normal cells. That’s when I knew exactly how I had given myself colon cancer.
When the bleeding started, I thought it was because I wasn’t watching what I was eating. I thought that once I finished finals and got back to a regular diet , I would be back to normal in no time. I was wrong.
Early one morning after a storm, a man set out for his daily walk on the beach just as the morning twilight was beginning to fade. As he began walking, he saw a human figure moving like a dancer far off in the distance.
Long, long ago, on an early winter night, the car I was riding in pulled up to a stop sign. As we approached, the words “What is reality?” that someone had painted in large white letters on the dark asphalt conveyed a stark message. That’s the moment I began pondering “What is reality?”, and the naturally accompanying “and why are we here?”
El Mirador is a beach in Rocky Point, Mexico. Rocky Point, or Puerto Peñasco. Rocky Point is about a 3 1/2 hour drive from Phoenix, so it draws lots of Americans from both Arizona and California. I made my first trip down shortly after moving to Arizona in 2006. This was my first time back in several years, and likely the last time I will go.
Do you ever forget your first love, the first we experience when our hearts are still innocent? When we fall in love for the first time, we experience a new depth of caring that is more complex and more compelling. Our first love leaves a lasting imprint on who we are.
I got hooked on Vampiros in Mexico. The Mexicans call it a Vampiro because the beets give it a deep red color that looks a lot like blood. This is *NOT* a recipe for the Vampiro cocktail. It is for the incredibly delicious drink make with freshly juiced produce that makes your tummy smile.
I won life’s lottery! Was it luck? Was it chance? Was it meant to be?
One of the first things I did after moving to Phoenix in January 2006 was to head down to the world-class Tucson gem show. The full show is an amalgamation of shows staged in dozens of hotels and warehouses all over Tucson.
Americans have allowed corporate cultures to dictate a social norm that frames their overwork, even to the point of death, as “dedication” and “commitment”.