
Thanks for hanging in there.
Continue reading “My re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-resettlement.”I am on day 10 of recovery. The scabs down my legs have partially fallen off, revealing fresh, glossy pink skin. My arm, however, remains an open wound: A soup of plasma, fat, and regenerated skin. But that’s not what’s kept me from making my triumphant return to work. On the evening of my accident, I had that familiar tickle at the back of my throat, signifying an incoming cold.
Continue reading “I am Jack’s seeping wound.”Last week I bought a fan. This week I bought…
Continue reading “Canine watersports.”Today I bring you enlightenment.
Sparked by this meme, this subject of interpreters came up in a conversation with a friend recently:
I have so many things to say about this. Thankfully, I can say everything without requiring an interpreter. Here I go…
Continue reading “Expression of frustration.”