Monday, Monday. Can’t trust that day, they warned, when it was really Wednesday I should’ve been watching out for. I remember the moment the plot twist hit: there I was, flat on my back in bed, staring at the ceiling, barely able to move, mumbling bits of prayer like they were going out of style…. Continue reading →

*Not her real name Let’s talk blood. I can’t donate mine, thanks to a stint living in the U.K. Mad cow precautions, they say. Serious stuff, I know, but when my daughters were little, it was always good for a laugh when talk of a blood drive came up and their dad, me, couldn’t sign… Continue reading →