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Nikolai

I am the son of a Breast Cancer survivor.

posted 10/29/2008, comments (4)

The Universality of Breast Cancer

Well it's nearing the end of the month, my story could go on forever but it's probably best I find a place to leave it off. Breast Cancer Awareness Month was a huge success as far as I'm concerned. Many new voices in the community have been popping up over the past year and they've proven to be both insightful and universal. The first... Read more Chevron

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posted 10/27/2008, comments (0)

Nik's Review: The Things I Wish My Mother Would Have Told Me

The Things I Wish My Mother Would Have Told Me is a play that makes no attempt to conform to traditional rules of drama. While the play does progress through a story and uses many common dramatic devices - music, lighting, and props - it seems to be more acute than the typical Broadway show. Perovetz has a journey to relate and, not for a single... Read more Chevron

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posted 10/22/2008, comments (0)

The Metamorphosis - My Mom's Outlook After Breast Cancer

Years after my mom was told she was in full remission, I was home from school for break. It was probably spring break because the light in my memory feels blue, and I notice the light in my head changes colors depending on the season. Summer light is yellow, fall is brown, winter is grey, and spring is blue. In my memory, I've got a... Read more Chevron

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posted 10/17/2008, comments (0)

Alone With My Dad

In the living room, my dad was sitting in the dark. He was wearing his shoes in the house (very exceptional behavior for him). Of his face, I could only see his open eyes through the gloom: they stared blankly into the open space of the room. His shoulders were hunched from elbows propped on his knees, and his hands were held out before him, like... Read more Chevron

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