Sixteen

October 20, 2022 by Molly Cameron

I thought about quitting these posts. Fifteen is a sort-of solid number to end things on, and by now you all know that I got hit by a Chevy Suburban when I was 23, broke eight bones, and spent a bumpy five months recovering in my New Hampshire hometown. But this year feels like the closest I have been to this story since it all actually happened so oops, I can’t quit these posts, just like I can’t quit talking about this important time in my life. Also because there’s another big part to this story that I’ve barely talked about.

Fifteen

October 20, 2021 by Molly Cameron

Today is my fifteenth Alive Day, and I have to confess: I don’t feel very alive. I was going to say I feel “unalive,” but then I learned that’s Gen Z slang for suicide, so scratch that. (Although it’s also like a joking thing? I don’t know. I feel old.) And I don’t feel much like writing, but this fifteen-year anniversary of my very real brush with death feels too big to ignore.

Fourteen

October 20, 2020 by Molly Cameron

I haven’t felt much like writing this year. This blog, my book draft, other attempts at deep thoughts on digital paper — all of them seem to require the same amount of energy as carrying a full laundry bag down ten blocks. But I still feel compelled to recognize my Alive Day. It’s my annual reminder to stop and think about how happy I am to be here.

Thirteen

October 20, 2019 by Molly Cameron

When I talk about the time I got hit by a Chevy Suburban, people sometimes want to know what it was like to have a near-death experience. And I have to confess: I don’t remember. So was it even “near-death?” I’ll never know.

Twelve

October 20, 2018 by Molly Cameron

Today marks twelve years since I bounced off a giant car and crashed onto the sidewalk, aka, my Alive Day. Every year when this anniversary comes around, I think, “is it silly to keep blogging about it and telling everyone about it?” Well I guess it’s not, because here we are. I can’t help feeling grateful to be alive every October 20th.

Eleven

October 20, 2017 by Molly Cameron

No, not that Eleven (although she has also been through some shit). I'm talking about how today marks eleven years since the worst shit that ever happened to me.