Best laid plans.
How has your path changed since your diagnosis? What aspects of yourself have come to light, because you aren’t able to do the things you used to be able to do?
Read MoreCelestial optimism.
Swirling atoms forged in the furnace of some now-long-dead star alive in me. A holy, astral figure worthy of awe, yearning to return home…
Read MoreMe, Tori Amos & a 91' Mustang LX.
The summer of 1997 was painted by midnight drives into the darkness of a barely driven highway. Windows down, Tori Amos blasting, speeding into the unknown with wild abandon. Her feverish piano notes playing my life like heartstrings, as she sang of women’s roles, my role, in patriarchal religion and relationships. Black tar pavement and her words helping me navigate the winding roads of adolescence.
Read MoreI am a bug saver.
I am a bug saver. If I feel a creepy, crawly, long-legged thing making its way up my skin I don’t swat. I don’t slap at it. I don’t curse or scream. I simply say “hello” and gently guide it off of me.
Read MoreIn another reality I'm a scientist.
In another reality I'm a scientist. In this reality I could never master statistics, thank you for all the help after school Mrs. Griffith, but we both knew it was never going to compute. Quantum physics has always fascinated me, though. I will never be an astrophysicist like my niece aspires for herself, but I’m captivated by the connection between science & stories.
Read MoreI am not a fighter.
Those of us with chronic illness are told to fight, but what if we laid down our weapons?
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