we tell ourselves stories in order to live. . .
tales of my post-op week – and looking forward to writer’s conference.
it’s spoonie surgery time (again)
early morning thoughts and gratitudes after a sickly week.
on the road again, loving our lindsey, and (finally) hugging my bestie once more.
the beast and the beauty of it.
these are the days that wreck us.
numbering our days and lamenting.
the autoimmune hippie. 