Trying and Crying, an Igloo made of Tears: Employment after Cancer

I pounded my fists into the snow, packing down the bucket, an obsessive attempt at completing the igloo Julian had started. Being only 6, he gave up about two bricks into the process before returning to his sled. Sliding the icy cylinder into place, soaking in the silence of winter, I let the first fiery… Continue reading Trying and Crying, an Igloo made of Tears: Employment after Cancer