"Pamela has composed one of the loveliest writing-to-heal books for people living with cancer that could be imagined."

-John Fox, CPT;
President of
The Institute
for Poetic Medicine

I am a crystal pitcher holding white tulips.  I am quite old, but the tulips in me were almost newborn a few days ago.  Now, daily, they are faltering.  They have gone from standing up straight to choosing their own falling down angle. I still find them lovely, but soon, because they get no fresh water, they will dry up.  I wish I could help.  If I had a voice I’d remind the lady who owns me to take better care of things.  Herself included.  I’d tell her…

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