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.

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.

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.

Another ten year mark

April 01, 2017 by Molly Cameron

In contrast to the last time I celebrated a decade anniversary of an event, today's anniversary is a bit lighter: I've officially lived in New York City for 10 years. And no, this is not a joke (although, yes, it probably says a lot about me that I moved here on April Fool's Day... also, that would be a pretty lame joke).

Ten years

October 20, 2016 by Molly Cameron

I've been thinking about this day a lot as it crept closer and closer, and now I'm stress-eating maple leaf cream cookies while thinking how to make this post Significant. Today marks ten years since I got hit by an SUV while walking down a sidewalk near Washington Square Park, not long after moving to New York. I fondly refer to it as my Alive Day, since somehow, despite landing on a concrete sidewalk, I rolled out of there alive. And now, ten years later, I feel the need to reflect in a way that's extra-profound. But I can't seem to find the right words, other than the usual, "Thanks, universe!"

Go be alive

October 20, 2015 by Molly Cameron

Yes, it's that day again. That day where I think back to an October 20th years ago when everything changed. Is it getting old? Maybe. There's a good chance that all of you reading this are already like "GEEZ, we get it, some shit happened and you got all broken and then you got better. Can we go back to eating candy corn?" Well, for me, I don't think it's ever going to get old.