A Letter to My 16-Year-Old Self

To my 16-year-old self: When people tell you that your scars are a kind of beauty mark, that they don’t even notice your physical impairments any more, that you are beautiful and loved, believe them. Believe them the first time they say these things, and every time after. [Read more...]

On Valentine’s Day, Love (Not Romance) is What Matters

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Our Valentine’s Day celebrations are even more pathetic understated than usual this year. Many years, Daniel and I have purchased a premade four-course Valentine’s Day dinner from a local pasta shop. For about $60 and the minimal labor of assembling the salad and heating up the main course, we can eat a restaurant-quality meal in our [Read More...]


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