
The gift of illness
I’m not in a wheelchair. I’m not on chemo. I’ve ended up in the hospital only two times, for brief outpatient visits. To see me,
ARTICLES BY COLLEEN CHAO

I’m not in a wheelchair. I’m not on chemo. I’ve ended up in the hospital only two times, for brief outpatient visits. To see me,

This morning I woke up in a warm bed with a roof over my head. I took a hot shower, brewed a pot of coffee, and

I don’t write much about motherhood because I don’t know much yet. I have one son, and he’s just four years old. But it doesn’t

She was the It Girl in college: drop-dead gorgeous, smart, with a slew of handsome suitors and a voice that earned her a recording label.

As a young teen, I read her books and articles with a voracious appetite for her wisdom. When I was 20, I attended one of

I bet you’re waiting for something right now. And I don’t mean the traffic light to change or the water pot to boil. I mean,

If we could sit on a sunny patio and chat leisurely over iced coffees tomorrow, I’d want to ask you, “What’s the best part and

It was the last place on earth I wanted to be. I’d always loved flying, but this airplane, with all my worldly belongings crammed into

He was old when the promise came, and it pierced through a lifetime of hope deferred. It was an unreasonable promise, laughable at best. (Both

For years I religiously observed a late-December ritual of journaling my hopes and goals for the New Year. It was an ambitious, idealistic list, but

I’m not in a wheelchair. I’m not on chemo. I’ve ended up in the hospital

This morning I woke up in a warm bed with a roof over my head. I

I don’t write much about motherhood because I don’t know much yet. I have one

She was the It Girl in college: drop-dead gorgeous, smart, with a slew of handsome

As a young teen, I read her books and articles with a voracious appetite for

I bet you’re waiting for something right now. And I don’t mean the traffic light

If we could sit on a sunny patio and chat leisurely over iced coffees tomorrow,

It was the last place on earth I wanted to be. I’d always loved flying,

He was old when the promise came, and it pierced through a lifetime of hope

For years I religiously observed a late-December ritual of journaling my hopes and goals for