They say “the body remembers.” Somewhere in my mind, the intrusive sound of the soles of men’s sensible shoes slapping onto the shiny floors throughout the corridors still haunts me now and then. Sitting on a shelf labeled “incongruity,” the sudden thunder of racing footsteps filling the hushed, echoey hallways of the hospital gathers dust […]Read More It’s All My Fault
look at me as if through the lens of a broken Kaleidoscope and you will see a new kind of woman living outside your limited notion of a well adjusted female i am a husbandless childless menopausal caregiver a keeper of faded dreams an overweight non exercising lump of aging flesh swallowing down proton-pump inhibitors […]Read More Kaleidoscope Vision
I’m beautiful. I say it under the dim bathroom light: I. Am. Beautiful. I take solace in the light on my face. I take solace in the light on my skin, on the fat that creases and bulges. I hold my stomach in my hands, squish and squash my love handles. Rub my flank, along […]Read More My Body is a Poem
“What I’m saying is, you could drop dead at any moment.” Blunt, direct and impatient, my father’s cardiologist meant what he said. Didn’t even flinch. “So what you are saying is, my father’s heart has weakened since the last MRI six months ago?” “Yes. One side is overcompensating for the other. I would not recommend […]Read More My Father’s Advocate: Aging Parents and the Impact of Positive Medical Planning
Over the last few months, I have noticed something: periods are disappearing! Not with anyone in particular, but just in general. Periods are disappearing from popular culture and have returned to the outer fringes as if they were once again an embarrassing taboo. The only time you hear them being mentioned these days is in […]Read More Reclaiming Our Periods and Erasing the Taboo Associated with Menstruation
Do you remember what age you were first asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” Did you fantasize about being an astronaut, a superhero, a nurse? Did you have a favorite sport to play, instrument to practice, story to read, or dream to lose yourself in as a child? For me, […]Read More Gutless & Grateful
It was an overcast day that morning. There was a thunderstorm on the way, and I remember it clearly. I was in the back of the house, gathering up all the laundry. I stopped by the bathroom. With a four-year-old, it was probably the first time I had a moment to even look in the […]Read More Why Me? My Life in Pain Coping With CRPS
What? Did you just read that title right? Am I going to tell you to take a cheat day? I can hear you thinking now, “I can’t cheat on my diet, that’s just wrong.” Well, I would have to agree with you if this was a diet, but it’s not … it’s a lifestyle. Let’s […]Read More Cheat Day. Can you have your cake and eat it too?