A funny place for grace
One of the most exhausting elements of this recent flare-up of my chronic illness is that I am constantly imagining […]
One of the most exhausting elements of this recent flare-up of my chronic illness is that I am constantly imagining […]
It is Sunday night, and the pain tells me that trouble is coming. The line winds across the concrete floor,
For many years, displeasure with my appearance circled me like so many moons. It hung in the air, oppressing me
“Can I have an open MRI?” “We don’t have one of those at the hospital.” “Can I have it done