I had a lovely reunion with Michael Poage, one of our return guests who has become more like family. Before we started, we talked about family life and fishing. One of the joys of meeting people like Michael is that it’s like having a cup of tea with my friend.
We had a lovely talk about so many things. Poetry, therapy work, art, baby love, and more. Check out this interview on YouTube or Spotify or anywhere podcasts are offered.
Defying expectations, a caregiver’s journey is told as a story of adultery. In "Cancer Courts My Mother" by LindaAnn LoSchiavo, disease becomes a Casanova. Book Awards: Winner of . . . . Award nomination: The Brew Awards, nominee, The Chrysalis BREW Project Award nomination: CLMP’s Firecracker Award
In "Cancer Courts My Mother," a daughter becomes caregiver to her abusive, soul-scorching mother, discovering that tending to the dying can unexpectedly heal the living. In this intimate drama, cancer plays Casanova—a relentless suitor determined to steal a mother from her family. Essence: Defying expectations, a caregiver’s journey is told as a story of adultery. In "Cancer Courts My Mother" by LindaAnn LoSchiavo, disease becomes a Casanova. Death ends a life but memories hang on.
Haiku Summary:
Cancer’s intrusions cannot prevent lifelong wounds from healing
Advanced Acclaim:
When an adult child becomes caretaker for a parent with cancer, family dynamics shift profoundly. In “Cancer Courts My Mother,” LindaAnn LoSchiavo captures this complex journey through poetry that balances tenderness with brutal honesty. She navigates caregiving’s challenges with grace, inviting readers to witness the delicate interplay of love and fear while portraying her mother as a fully realized, complex human being. The journey isn’t pretty—sometimes the words are fierce—but this collection digs deep into universal experiences of loss and care. ― Kellie Scott Reed, Poetry Editor, Roi Fainéant(USA)
In “Cancer Courts My Mother,” LindaAnn LoSchiavo chronicles an emotional journey through varied poetic forms. She weaves a metaphor of nurturing plants back to life while her mother finds remission, then faces cancer’s return. The collection reconciles memories of a difficult mother with the current, vulnerable one—”Bad memories are cadavers that refuse burial.” As both subject and narrator, LoSchiavo illuminates the delicate balance between personal autonomy and familial duty. ― Karen Cline-Tardiff, poet and Editor-in-Chief of Gnashing Teeth Publishing (USA)
Real and harried, purposeful and comprehensive, when understanding is sought and reason is not always kind, “Cancer Courts My Mother” provides readers with great measures of meaning. ― Matt Potter, Editor-in-Chief of Pure Slush Publishing (Australia) and author of “Hamburgers and Berliners”
They’d bickered over her like two suitors: Vitality, her birthright, who had known My mother well before her married life, And Cancer, who’d mapped out his own terrain, Unravelled secret strands of resistance, Until oncologists chased him away.
Remission Christmas reunited us, Our joy like steam escaping after frost.
I shipped my gifts to Florida ahead: Biscotti, pignola cookies, torrone From Little Italy, fine leather goods, And for her green thumb, a red amaryllis.
But Safety Harbor’s Gulf of Mexico, Producing Christmastime’s Cancerian Heat in December, had confused this bulb.
Amidst the presents and nativity, Its empty cradle strewn with straw, green life Ripped up gay mummy wrapping, and tore loose, Unhampered by its ground like Lazarus Unbound. My parents, unprepared for ghosts Of miracles, became unnerved by sounds Newborn right by their crèche, the fir tree’s base, Invisible and inexplicable Like faith. Or like remission. After Mass, They found a determined amaryllis, force Which sleeps but cannot die, that mother took to heart.
We had a lovely time this past Sunday afternoon. Thank you for attending and for this wonderful tribute to William “Bill” Waldorf. Check out the video and/or the podcast.
As a teacher, I will always remain a student. In the classroom of life, l wish to work with and educate others. Whether you’re a teacher, student, or just your average person, here are a few of my "TEACHERble" moments.
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