HOW WE ARE.

Priority Two.  That’s what he called me.  “Given your Mast Cell disease, you are a priority two, so yes, we would like you to come right...

“Let my son live” I was going to write this piece about the extroversion/introversion spectrum. How I crave the time spent with myself...

OK “No,” she say. So, “No,” I repeat. With the static on the line it makes four of us. The doctor, the patient, the static and me. “Tell...

Here is a visual and musical composition Diana made: And for her song, "We Go to The Park" click here.

I’ve started bleeding. I hope it goes away. Among IBD patients, this is known as a ‘flare.’ A flare gun is used to signal a location of...

How Am I Doing, You Ask? First of all, thanks for asking. Even though it has become the most common greeting, ahead of “s’up?” and “hey,”...

How are you? I’ve been mildly obsessed with infectious disease for a couple of decades. Primarily the Plague, but the 1918 flu has also...

Close (Parentheses) (I (am) feel(ing) parenthetical(ly). I am at the end of things. In this sequestration, I am only a few weeks away...

I’ve been reading long-ago letters from my family’s dead. I delight in their terms of endearment, trace the gestures of their...

This morning, I’m sitting on my yogurt-stained couch sipping coffee with a superhero mask on my face. My toddler son is crouched behind...

I can’t stop thinking. I can’t stop thinking about how, for the first time in my life, I don’t mind my commute to work. The traffic in...

When this all began I was filled with fear and desperation. My book manuscript didn’t seem to matter anymore. My oldest teen cried about...

My fingers are sore. I am biting my cuticles, chewing my nails and rubbing my eyes. My fingers are sore. I am confused and angry and sad...

I just drove from Flagstaff, Arizona back to Oakland, California to resume my job rebuilding Steinway (mostly) pianos. Two months on the...

It’s 3am and before tonight, I was writing about the anti-Asian feelings COVID-19 has ignited in America—there was that guy dragged off a...

I graduated college in 98. By 2001, I was an adjunct professor at Vassar. When I got that job, I brought my niggas with me. Brought my...

Our bathroom smells strange, a combination of mildew and pee accumulated on the floor and the toilet from a five-year old son. No matter...

A: Q: Now, I don’t have an answer. I’m still really not sure why I chose to saturate my last moments as a college senior as Abraham...

Today, I stopped wearing my seatbelt, swallowed a Mounds bar whole... tripped on my kitchen rug with a pair of left-handed scissors...