Monday, 5/7/18

RECOVERY

This is hard. Not much more I can say. Ken has been tremendous and says he might consider changing careers. He has put together a medicine schedule, is an absolute pro at draining the tubes, measuring and recording, and helps me move around when I need to. He keeps everything going and I am grateful for his special brand of assistance which includes humor and compassion to ease things along. I’m concerned he is, actually, wearing himself out. I’ve done laps and tried to do many things on my own. The pain is probably some of the worst I’ve had. Anyway, enough about that.

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Christine Cadiz

Houston-based writer making contributions through truth- and story-telling. Sometimes dark, often insubordinate, and always raw, a balance is struck in each conclusion that evokes a sense of resolve to the absurd drama so intricately woven into our human experience. You will find short stories sometimes based in truth, true stories sometimes based in harsh reality, musings that may strike a nerve, writing prompts just for fun, and a novel or two in the works. Welcome, and thank you for reading. Christine Cadiz was born in Port of Spain, Trinidad in 1964. She was a kid in the Florida Keys and an adult in Miami. She's been writing since she was nine-years-old and was a Journalism major before quitting college to earn a living. Christine worked in marketing and advertising for seventeen years. She stayed in Florida for forty-three years before relocating to North Carolina and then Texas with her family. She is married and has three daughters and a dog. They currently reside in Houston.

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