At the end of a weary work week, I sprawled on the couch ready to watch a movie. I wanted to be entertained by someone else’s problems...

(Part 5 in the series Choosing More Surgery) I spoke to a psychic two weeks before my recent operations. The psychic is a friend, an...

(Part 4 in the series Choosing More Surgery) I have always loved “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” I identify with Dorothy in The Wizard of...

(This is Part 3 in the series "Choosing More Surgery." See here for Part 1 and here for Part 2) “How are you doing today?” asked my...

(For Part I of this series, click here) “You need to make friends with it,” advised my surgeon. She smiled at me, her long straight...

“Your test results were negative.” This call was welcome news from my doctor, but also surprising. I had seen Dr. Jones (not his real...

A year ago, I sat eating lunch with my new friend, Betsy. We met when our kids performed in high school theater together. We both...

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“I heard some other girls talking about her. They said, ‘Why does she wear short sleeve shirts when she is scarred like that? I felt bad."

Tension burns a different fire inside me now. I need to speak the truth for me and for my brother. I survived my childhood; he did not.

We are all learning a lesson in the value of delaying gratification in this year of COVID. This ability could save all our lives.

When you think of a surgeon, what comes to mind? A man striding in his white coat, barking imperiously, staff trailing behind? A...

Time and time again, the villain winds up being burned. Doug and I grin at each other and hoot, “Just another maladjusted burn victim!"

I spent three days at my own personal Disney Land last week. In truth, I stayed just two miles away from the actual Disney Land, but I...

I write today wrapped in old clothes I don’t care about, so the bleeding won’t matter. Half of my body shines luminous scarlet, as my...

I am hunkering down at home for a week. I wear sloppy clothes that I don’t mind staining with blood. First I am in pain, then I itch,...

I walked alone down the high school hallway, heading toward my locker. I was a new kid, with no friends. I wore an Indian-print...