A Skin-Colored Bandage

A skin-colored bandage covers the rot, the festering past, all the things that you're not. When no one's around, you pull back the cloth and pick at the flesh 'til your mouth starts to froth. Today, we must show up to prove we're the best; there's no room for failure and no time for rest.... Continue Reading →

In Sickness and In Health

There is a nasty bug traveling around in my neck of the woods and, for the first time in several years, I caught it. After twelve days of soothing my fever, snot, and persistent irritability, my boyfriend began began developing symptoms. Oops. We were both gifted the full post-Christmas shebang: fever, chills, sneezing, cough, sinus... Continue Reading →

The Beauty of Being Vulnerable

During my undergrad junior year, I took a class on Positive Psychology. Nearly a decade ago, I sat around an elongated table with other students discussing our reading assignments from Flow, Authentic Happiness, and The How of Happiness. Though I was shy and insecure, I was excited enough about the topic to raise my hand and... Continue Reading →

Braving The Treacherous Forest of Disappointment

I just received a call from my infectious disease doctor. "Your numbers haven't budged. You have a lumbar puncture scheduled this week, right?" My latest lab results just came in and despite four months of heavy-duty medication, excessive amounts of sleep, and supplemental eastern medicine treatment, the infection plaguing my body is not responding to... Continue Reading →

Poetry, Tenderness, and True Love

As a child, I was obsessed with poetry--to this day, poetry still drills deep into my heart. My cherished 20-year-old Shel Silverstein books are falling apart at the seams, stained with years of chocolate finger prints and gleeful tears. In elementary school, I would finish my homework and search for animal poems on the internet... Continue Reading →

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