This is hopeless. I don't have time for this. This never-ending back problem is wrecking my dreams.
There is plenty of time for me to get to where I want to be. My body is a living, breathing miracle.
Read MoreThis is hopeless. I don't have time for this. This never-ending back problem is wrecking my dreams.
There is plenty of time for me to get to where I want to be. My body is a living, breathing miracle.
Read MoreSome days I'm peaceful and Buddha-like. "This is my journey. I'll be healed when the timing is right." Other days I'm impatient, uncertain, and sour. "Journey, schmourney. Screw the journey. This sucks."
Read MoreLet me feel joyful when the sun shimmers on my cheeks and shoulders for the first time in months. Spring is here! Let me shout it out loud with arms stretched like a living cliché.
Read MoreWhen you go to sleep in a room clouded by a heavy smog of resentment, sometimes you wake up and the space has cleared. Other times, you flutter your eyelids and think, "Am I still angry? Why yes, yes I am."
"Oh, how thrilling!” they’d burst upon discovering that Mickey Mouse signed my paychecks. “That must be so fulfilling, so magical! Your parents must be so proud!” The truth is, it was fulfilling, and they were proud, but there was something about that question, “Where do you work?” that pretzeled my insides.
Little boys, who believe with their whole hearts, bouncing around in cotton pajamas. Shimmering lights on sturdy trees. Packages cinched exquisitely with glossy, gold ribbon.