Woman with long white hair

“Bite off more than you can chew, then chew it.” 

— Ella Williams

Hey, there. Welcome! I’m Kym. And as I write this little bio,  I’m 63 years old — with the longest hair I’ve ever had in my life! I live in Michigan, near Kalamazoo, and I spend a lot of time up north, too. I’ve been happily married to my husband, Tom, for 41 years. We have 2 great grown-up kids, a daughter and a son, both married and launched out there in the world. We have a sweet yellow lab named JoJo. I love to knit and sew and read and garden. I do embroidery. I dabble with art – watercolor painting and colored pencil, for the most part . . . but I’ll play around with nearly any kinds of art supplies. I’m a prolific journaler. I prefer to read contemporary fiction, but I can easily fall into the classics or a fun little mystery series now and then. I love poetry. I’m introspective and fairly direct. I can be a little bossy, but I try to be reasonable about it. I think flowers are magical. I love yoga. I used to go to the gym every day, but the pandemic turned me into a Peloton person. I often have songs in my head. I love to cook, and I read cookbooks for fun. I like to drink hoppy IPAs, but I like wine more. If you know Meyers-Briggs, I’m an INFJ. If you know the Enneagram, I’m a 4w5. If you know astrology, I’m an Aries (sun), Sagittarius (moon), and Gemini (rising).

I’m also a blogger. And I’m glad you’re here.

My Story

When I started my original blog – Stepping Away From the Edge – back in May 2009, it was part of an elaborate strategy I was designing, trying to “reassemble” the pieces of my life after completing chemo treatment for non-Hodgkins lymphoma. 

Post-chemo . . . is a very weird place to be. Everyone thinks the end of chemo marks the end of a cancer journey. There are often balloons and celebrations, and then . . . everyone moves on. And, generally, everyone thinks you – the cancer survivor – should, too. And, sure. I won’t argue that the end of chemo IS an important milestone. But it’s just the end of treatment; not the end of a journey. Because that journey? Oh, it continues.

For me, finishing chemo was like suddenly being . . . untethered. During treatment, I’d been part of a system that was actively working to save my life, every day. My weeks were filled with treatments and blood work and scans and doctor appointments. Medical people were monitoring my every cell. Until, suddenly, they weren’t anymore. Too soon, it seemed, it was just me . . . completely on my own until my next check-up appointment. I felt very much alone, and I constantly wondered what would happen next? Did the chemo work well enough? Would the cancer come back?

I felt like I was living at . . . The Edge.
And I didn’t like it much.

Luckily, I found a book – Picking Up the Pieces: Moving Forward After Surviving Cancer by Sherri Magee and Kathy Scalzo – that was extremely helpful as I navigated my new life out there on The Edge. The book allowed me to find my footing again, and it provided tangible advice so I could move forward. I developed a plan for whatever might happen next; I came to think of it as my way of . . . stepping away from The Edge.

And, as you can guess, that’s where the name of my original blog came from. Part of my moving-forward plan included telling my story and sharing my experiences by blogging . . . at Stepping Away From the Edge.

But time unfolds, and the years (over 13 of them now, actually) keep rolling along. For quite a while, I’ve felt that I’ve probably . . .  stepped away from The Edge enough at this point. I mean, I remain aware that The Edge is still there. (Spoiler alert: It’s always there. For all of us.) But I don’t feel like I’m doing so much . . . stepping away from it . . .these days. In fact, these days I feel more comfortable . . . living . . . at The Edge.

So I decided it was time to move on again; to re-think how I’m living my life now, 13 (plus) years post-chemo. As part of my “revised strategy,” I thought about wrapping up the blog, being “done” with it. Ultimately, though, I decided to continue on — just . . .  differently. (A shift, I guess you could call it.) I created a new blog home, and I decided to give it a new name. But this new blog space will be much the same, content-wise, as my old blog space. I guess you could say that while I am making a few changes (most of them cosmetic or “expansions”), it’s just my blogging intention that has shifted.

I don’t really need to step away from The Edge anymore.

These days?
I’m just dancing there!

I hope you’ll join me for this next segment of my journey . . .

dancing at the edge

(Stepping Away From the Edge, my former blog, remains just where it’s always been. You can still find it, and you can still read the posts there. You’ll discover that some of my new posts here will link back to the old blog. I decided I didn’t want to transfer all that . . . history . . . to this brand new space. I really like the notion of starting fresh. But I’m keeping it all there, in storage. Just in case. Y’know?)