Humans love to believe that it’s going to get better. Her lungs had been the first thing to go. She couldn’t venture up a flight of...

“Hi, Heidi, come back to the sink,” Jenny, my stylist at Hair Nature said, waving her hand. She wrapped me in a black plastic cape and...

All hospitals smell the same: alcohol wipes, sugar-free cherry Jell-O, and cheap, plasticky bars of soap. The smell gets caught in my...

I’m writing this on a yellow lined notepad, yellow pencil in hand. My words look like a continuous flow of sunrise and sunset. The manner...

by Noah Kirby Water would be nice, you think. But the nurse wasn’t asking you, she was asking your father. He lies there dying of cancer,...