Why Being Sick Reminds Me of Vampires

I'm cold and then I'm hot. There's pressure building up in my head like a shaken soda bottle before twisting off the cap. My throat is scratchy and sore. My body is having a temper tantrum, demanding my attention, but I don't like being sick. There's a language around being sick that subtly feels like... Continue Reading →

Free Hearted

When I finally take a moment to listen To┬áthe bump, bump, bump in my chest There is a question louder than expected, Where have you been? In my head, I reply. Refining my ability to be ambivalent. I read more about people like Angelina Jolie Than I know about the war in Iraq. I am... Continue Reading →

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