You took, and you took, and you took.
Two days to my birthday, seven to the lump— the tiny split-pea in my breast that grew into an unwelcome empire. Twice, I asked. Twice, they said no. Too young. Come …
Progression
The Dichotomies of 2024 – Sour Lemons and Sweet Lemonade
If I had to sum up 2024 in a single word, it would be dichotomies. This year was a relentless seesaw of challenges and triumphs, …