Do you remember what it felt like to stand atop a skyscraper, strap on your cape, and soar through the clouds? You were invincible. Do you remember? I do. My little brother and I would race through the house in our Superman pajamas, weaving around furniture and stretching our arms out for optimum speed. We’d …
Quietly, a phantom thief, you forced yourself into my life, slowly but violently inserting your existence into mine. Uninvited, you rooted yourself into my very core and silently grew inside of me, victimizing my vulnerability and tattooing your intention on every piece of me. You suck nearly every ounce of energy out of me, while …
Well, not exactly. But! The beloved blog owned by the National MS Society will sunset on September 30, 2020 because the platform the website is built on will no longer be supported by the vendor. The blog will be rehomed, but not all posts will migrate. If there's an article of mine (or articles authored …
I'm almost embarrassed to admit that the past 23 days (and counting) of COVID-19 isolation haven't been wildly different than most days for me. On a typical pandemic-less day, isolation is not foreign. I conserve my energy. I avoid crowds. I am mindful of the things around me that can make me and keep me …
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It's cold out. The sky: gray. The air: crisp. The leaves: moribund. Don't get me wrong. I love fall just as much as any other basic white girl. In fact, I'm sipping on a spiced latte as I type this. See? But I get anxious as autumn rolls around--not because of the ten months of …
it's only a bruise. 