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Non-Fiction

box cutter

One Cut at a Time

Nerves danced beneath my skin, prickling and intensifying with each passing moment. The TV droned in the background.

woman writing in bed

Restive and Uprising

I slip through the conference hall as swiftly as my pumps allow, with a big smile and a wave to my venture capitalist buddies in back.

Couple kissing at sunset

The Memory Lingers On

Three times he said “I love you” and I didn’t notice. Not till later. Days later, even, when I would be lying in bed and suddenly it would hit me.

Yellow Raincoat

The Vinyl Raincoat

I struggled to unzip the the bottom layer of my wet-look, sunshine yellow, vinyl, fully lined raincoat to transform it from maxi-length into midi.

Hand in Hand, Patient Care

What it Mean(s)(t) to be a Doctor

I remembered, as I always do at such moments, the remarkable series of epiphanies I experienced on a Monday evening twenty-five years ago.

Woman yoga pose

No Pain, No Gain

I fold into a weary pigeon and dream about what it would feel like to perfectly execute a bear, a spoon, a spider, to live inside a healthy body that is not chronically ill…

sad woman by a lake in a hat

A Reconstructed Life

Breast cancer causes profound loss and grief. We grieve the loss of our bodies. We grieve the loss of our feminine identity.

wooden hearts in the sun

Vacuum Extraction

Once, in an ultrasound room, a technician in a faded grey frock asked me which pregnancy this was. “My ninth,” I said in a flat voice.

Lotus

Lotus

It doesn’t matter how old the wound is; the mere mention of him makes my mood shift. “Let the past be the past,” they claim. I am. “What’s your problem?” I have none.