Tag: Stories

The Best of All Possible Worlds: Lea sees the Time Knife

The Best of All Possible Worlds: Lea sees the Time Knife
Every year when I get my eyes dilated, I have the same strange sensation. Not only that things are brighter and blurrier, but that every noise is louder. The hum of a radiator, the patter of ice against the windows, the thrumming of blood in my temples. All of it is louder. I don’t know if... Read more »

Next Year is its own Resolution

Next Year is its own Resolution
There is a desperation that comes at the end of the year. All the things not yet accomplished, all the things to begin fresh with the new year. Lists of goals and resolutions and the abortive calculus of “better than” versus “working on” multiplied by “Things That Have Changed.” After Thanksgiving, it’s all a matter of... Read more »

An Adventure in Misdiagnosis, for Dysautonomia Awareness Month

An Adventure in Misdiagnosis, for Dysautonomia Awareness Month
I’ve recently learned that October is Dysautonomia Awareness Month, which I found utterly stunning. I thought dysautonomia was a rare disorder, incredibly rare. I was spectacularly wrong. However, it is often misdiagnosed. It takes an average of six years to diagnose dysautonomia. It took five years to diagnose mine. When I was eighteen, I started... Read more »
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What Fear is Trying to Teach You in the Dark

What Fear is Trying to Teach You in the Dark
During my Complete Mental Breakdown(TM) a few years ago, I fantasized about my husband being killed. Stabbed on a dark train platform on the way home, he clutches his stomach as a small, faceless stranger disappears into the shadows. They take his computer bag, which is later found in a dumpster a block away. Or... Read more »

Using Privilege To Bend the Moral Arc of the Universe Towards Justice

Using Privilege To Bend the Moral Arc of the Universe Towards Justice
On Sunday, I left my children behind. It felt like an absurdly privileged thing to do, to willfully drive away from my children, cross hundreds of miles, knowing I could call them at any time. That I could skype with them each evening before they went to bed. Knowing they were with family, that they were... Read more »

There Is No Such Thing as "Other People's Children"

There Is No Such Thing as "Other People's Children"
You may have noticed I didn’t post last week. The truth is, I couldn’t. I was too wounded, completely crushed by grief. “Grief” might sound like a strong word for what I was going through, for what so many Americans were going through, but I assure you it was real, and tangible, and agonizing. When... Read more »
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Speaking for the Freedom to Opt Out of Fertility

Last week I performed this piece at a storytelling event, “Give Your Choice A Voice,” in support of Chicago NOW and the fight to protect reproductive freedom. This is the piece I performed, for your enjoyment! Fertility is Not Motherhood Deep down inside, I always knew I wanted to be a mom. It wasn’t a... Read more »

An Open Letter to the Columbine Students Walking Out Today

An Open Letter to the Columbine Students Walking Out Today
I vividly remember April 20, 1999. It was my 15th birthday. I was a goth teenager, and I remember walking through the halls in the afternoon, wearing my full length black cloak, and the side-eyed look I got from teachers and students alike- wondering if my cloak wasn’t really some kind of trench coat, if... Read more »

Ghosts and Explorers: Living as a Glioblastoma Guinea Pig

Ghosts and Explorers: Living as a Glioblastoma Guinea Pig
Most days, I am very good with fear. I let it roll off of me like sweat, like the hairs that drop from my head seemingly all the time. For a moment I shiver, and it’s it the past. Most days, I am not overwhelmed by the mundanity of it. Six weeks ago, M’s seizures ramped... Read more »
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Pretending: A Motherhood Story

Pretending: A Motherhood Story
A few weeks ago, I was profoundly honored to be a member of the final cast of Listen To Your Mother, a storytelling on stage series Chicago has joined in with for the last six years. This was my second time on the LTYM stage, and it was as humbling and beautiful as my first.... Read more »