A few thoughts on weakness…
Some days I resent not being further along in my growth and maturity. I wish I didn’t have such deep and long fault lines, such
ARTICLES BY COLLEEN CHAO
Some days I resent not being further along in my growth and maturity. I wish I didn’t have such deep and long fault lines, such
He could find his way to my doorstep blindfolded. He always takes the same route—by way of prolonged physical illness, sustained stress, or painful loss.
I remember you before you were beautiful. Before you stopped people in their tracks and made jaws drop and heads turn. You, who are now
I’ll never forget Miss Moss, with her Coke-bottle glasses and a disability that left her slow and kind. She loved writing notes of encouragement even
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’m exhausted. To the marrow of my bones, I am spent and weary. A few days ago, I drove up a winding hill, fresh after
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.
**This article in no way intends to address the complex matters of mental health nor minimize the importance of modern medicine and psychiatric help that
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
Some days I resent not being further along in my growth and maturity. I wish
He could find his way to my doorstep blindfolded. He always takes the same route—by
I remember you before you were beautiful. Before you stopped people in their tracks and
I’ll never forget Miss Moss, with her Coke-bottle glasses and a disability that left her
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’m exhausted. To the marrow of my bones, I am spent and weary. A few
She was the It Girl in college: drop-dead gorgeous, smart, with a slew of handsome
**This article in no way intends to address the complex matters of mental health nor
It was the last place on earth I wanted to be. I’d always loved flying,