I wasn’t there when she took her first breaths of air, when the vibrations of her vocal chords sounded the alarm she was cold, hungry or tired. I didn’t see the nurses wipe her off, nor the fresh ink from a tiny footprint dry. I wasn’t one of the many people in the room who […]
Read MoreIn 6th grade, my body image was so poor, there was a short stint of time where I’d order a salad for lunch, take a few bites of iceberg lettuce and then dump the remainder of the bowl – yellow-shredded cheese, plump-red tomatoes, crusty croutons, crisp-green lettuce and diced ham – into the trash can. […]
Read MoreLess than a year after I was diagnosed with colon cancer at age 17, I found unused, wide-ruled, 3-hole-punched paper and attempted to write my story – a memoir I suppose – in pencil. I got the basics out, mostly, the timeline of what happened to me the six months prior. A stack of pages […]
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