Six excerpts from LOSING ART, a memoir, will be or have been published in: Mayday Magazine, Wilderness House Literary Review, The Dillydoun Review, Minerva Rising, New Mexico Review and The North Dakota Quarterly.
Even with the cancer, Art said to me, this is the best time of my life.
Mine too, I said, because it was.
Chemo was working as well as it ever would. Art was out of pain. No one was promising us forever—but we had today.
On our macabre honeymoon, questions like how much time do we have left, can I possibly survive in this world without him—even Art’s unexpressed terror at his own impending death—lacked the power to take us out of this perfect moment. We were finally free to focus on each other and nothing else.
Inside our bedroom, time stopped. Outside, the dark green leaves turned red and gold, snow covered our world in glittering white, the trees pushed out pale green buds and the forsythia bloomed sprays of tiny yellow stars.
I pressed my head against Art’s chest, listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, breathing him in, one bent leg resting gently on his belly, his arms wrapped tightly around me as if he’d never let go