The Battle of Chronic Illness
I want to make the most of each day, because I've learned that life truly is a gift. I fight like mad, not because I'm angry, but because my passion cannot be contained.
To Those who Have Lost Their Voice
Eventually, I quit speaking, because I internalized that my voice didn’t carry the sustenance of my friends or peers. My voice was less important, less truthful, and less deserving of being heard, much less believed.
Beauty and the Beholder
Her little twenty-three-month-old mind isn't tainted by the North American definition of beauty that fades with a washcloth. She isn't yet stained by a culture that values attraction over attributes.