About the Author
Blank pages draw emotions and thoughts from me. Black words on the white pages are concrete, organized and substantial. They are stronger and bolder than me. Hard Lumps was cathartic. Writing lanced fears and absorbed frustrations. When the last page was written I was ready to tuck it away in a drawer. Suddenly I saw empty chairs filling a waiting room, women rushing forth, and bad news descending in a cloud. I pulled the book from the drawer, but became tentative. Exposing preposterous thoughts and fears seemed unwise and rather terrifying. If this little book can touch one person and help them in their battle with cancer I don't mind revealing my imperfections. For ultimately isn't our flaws what makes us human?