Sweet Blood

Vintage Blood Stains
In the morning, I think of my father. Perhaps only for a moment, and perhaps it is not so much a thought as an evocation, an impression. But he is there with me in the bathroom there in the cool bottle of insulin, snug in my hand like an egg in a nest... Read more

Symptoms Visible and Invisible

Having lived my way around and through a type 1 diabetes diagnosis is helping me set my course as I begin to cope with Parkinson's... Read more

Make Peace With Sardines

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We poured sardine oil into a bowl, dipped our fingers into it and then rubbed it, generously, all over our kittens, as if we were shampooing them... Read more

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