I wait six years then tell my sister. “Wanna hear something?” I ask. It’s midnight, the last hour of 2021 slipping away. We are two glasses of wine deep. Maybe three. More like four. I start crying. “Shit,” my sister … Continue reading swallowing it

“I’m sorry we can’t help you.” The nurse’s voice is tinny, and my mouth is dry as I scribble notes and questions frantically on a post-it, hoping for a task that will feel right, when nothing feels right. I politely … Continue reading One of the Lucky Ones