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...