Always Keri On

Exactly one year after I said ta-ta to my tatas (via bilateral mastectomy), I was the boob who was severed. Sometimes, when you can't see a rainbow, you have to make one 🌈 If you can’t laugh with me, what are you doing here? I haven’t wanted to talk about it. It has been like a breakup. One I had no idea was coming. But if I’m being really honest? The signs were there. The organization was heading in a different direction, shifting and changing, but not growing. My jo

Have you ever done a “real age” test? My insurance company has one on their site which they incentivize participants to do. I’ve consistently been a “real age” of 34. Woot. And for a long time, I felt that. I recently retook the assessment and, guess what, still 34. Now I know it’s bogus. While my mind and spirit are about there — young enough to be carefree and spirited, old enough to make (at least somewhat) good choices — my body has catapulted into senior citizens

I’m driving down a worn, familiar road. A road lined with trees whose roots date back further than even the path cut for this thoroughfare, whose limbs reach up toward a sky so blue and free from clouds it looks more like a body of water. The warmth of a bright spring sun gives the feeling of a day on the shore. The road below me rises and falls like the waves of the ocean, down rural paths that boast the name highway in a generous application of the label. Where the sky