Dear Loyal Talkinggrid Readers,
There is so much to click and cling to on the internet. We can spend hours on-line getting a little of this and that out, a chuckle, an image, a lesson, a fun fact, a horror story… porn. The internet… I met my husband on-line and I go on-line everyday. I like typing, quick conversations over Facebook messenger with interesting artists, writers, art collectors, consultants… fill the corners of my day. I appreciate that anyone takes the time to visit this site and so many of you have expressed enjoyment, mirth, interest, and curiosity about Frau Kolb and The Talkinggrid, which is right now, me, myself, and I… keep writing… and I’m glad you keep reading and well… we continue.
Lately, I’ve been writing about some of the ways I turned having advanced cancer into an advantage or "blessing.” Discussing in public, personal health concerns is a bit awkward. Yet, I know, that I’m grateful for everyone that stands up and shows that life with cancer is just that, LIFE with cancer… Not a constant “fight,” but rather the JOY that it really is… even chronic illness should not inbibit your love of living. Yet, I must admit that writing about the horror, the horror… always brings back how hard it really was to be without hair and worse… the vomiting induced by chemo, the blackened nails, the surgeries,ect… I never really dove into it because when it was happening I was so present that I did not allow myself to anticipate pain or to experience anything that wasn’t actually happening. So, I could focus on “how pretty,” the MRI scanner was or how “Nice and kind,” my nurse or doctor was (thus, prompting better care). Now, I’m in a different place and I’ve gone into my memories and I find that my imagination can make it all feel as though it were happening now. Strange, right?
Well, I’m going to stop writing about this topic, even though I have a lot to share (because I wrote a whole unpublished book “Cancer with Style,” in which I had 100 Things I Loved about having breast cancer) unless it becomes clear that you really need me to continue, in that case, I will. Yet, I’d rather go back to investing my mental energy on how great it really is to feel the breeze, see the ice crystals, fire, light, sunshine, rain, and snow… oh! There is so much to write about and I’m still calling this the New Year, because… well… that works for me, anyway… we continue.
Now that I’m changing topics… What would you like to read here, on talkinggrid.com, what if Talkinggrid were your opperation would you like it to do for you? Do you have a project you would like help with or are you an artist interested in collaboration, cross promotion… well let us know, Talkinggrid, might take your flaky idea seriously and then we can gorge ourselves on cherry pie.
Ok?
Best,
Frau Kolb
PS: I’m very tempted to start writing about “lessons,” I learned from my X boyfriends… but that brings us back to well erotica, if not… porn.