The Rage that Lives Inside the Grief

Chronic illness is wildly unfair. The relentless pain and fatigue and uncertainty about the future, let alone the never-ending medical appointments, is enough to quietly drive oneself out of one’s mind. (For some of us, that’s a short ride.)  The losses of illness are pervasive. It is not just about losing flexible joints or a […]

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Why Art Matters

I grew up believing art was the least important thing in life.  Music, reading, writing—they all had to wait. Homework came first. I had to help with chores. The dog (or other pet-of-the-month) needed attention. Art sat securely at the bottom of my revolving to-do list.  Don’t get me wrong, those other things were important. […]

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Why I Write About Childlessness

I relate to the boy with the loaves and fish. In John 6, Jesus fed a crowd of five thousand people by taking an anonymous boy’s food, five loaves of bread and two fish, and handing it out. Not only was everyone satisfied, they had twelve baskets full of leftovers.  I feel like that as […]

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