multiple sclerosis
I want to be opening the hard conversations now, while we still think we’re just young enough that all of this is just plain silly, because hey, guys? It isn’t silly, not really. We only get so many days.
valentines day
Years ago, I broke up with a guy I was casually seeing years just because of Valentine’s Day -- and then started seeing him again in March.
body acceptance
All of my doctors assure me that the weight loss will slow down eventually, and then I can begin to settle into my new body. I have an irrational fear that they are wrong -- that this weight loss will never, ever end, that I will shrink away into nothingness and disappear.
I’ll never endorse the wake-and-bake approach to parenting, but I can’t see the difference between a glass or two of wine in the evening and a few hits of OG Kush off a clean bong.
If you had told my needle-phobic childhood self that I’d ever be begging complete strangers for a box of shots so I could inject myself at home I would never have believed it, but that was my life for months.
I grew up with the idea that doctors knew what they were doing, that they were competent and trustworthy and had most of the answers. I don't believe that anymore.
body politics
I don’t get naked with or near people I don’t trust, unless I’m in basic training. And I never, ever let anyone photograph me naked. Until this week.

Jun 20, 2012 at 1:04pm | 34 comments

Going to bed that night, I decided I wanted to make certain that my daughter knew that no matter what happened between us -- no matter what she said -- that our relationship could not be so easily shattered.

May 31, 2012 at 10:00am | 188 comments

There’s this perception that the lives of the disabled are somehow diminished, or that we carry some weight or sadness inside, and I want to dispel that.
I have long-standing relationships that never recovered from my diagnosis and friendships which have never been the same after reactions to my use of various aids, medications or therapies.