When I first received my diagnosis, I told myself that if I was okay with it, every one I loved would be, too. Perhaps a naive notion. Possibly verging on wisdom. Or maybe just self-preservation. I wanted to move to acceptance so that others could as well. It was too...
Spring is in full swing in Seattle. I see reminders everywhere that renewal is possible. “That’s me,” I say when I wheel by one of the London Plane trees that line Occidental Mall, somewhat scarred but ready to burst forth with new leaves. I live...
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