My children are my second chance to have a great childhood.
Knowing that the scorpion’s injured doesn’t make its sting hurt any less.
This story begins with me holding a grown-up’s hand.
Words only have power if you let them. When they were pointed at me, I let them.
Broken machines don’t give prizes. Broken people don’t give love.
This is not a metaphor. It really happened.
The diagnosis, while not changing me as a person, helped me to understand myself better. It helped me to treat myself better.
I keep picturing Kindergarten Cop only Arnold is screaming, “It’s not the virus!”
It was as if everything we have ever loved, hated, or known was taken away.
It’s not the same. It isn’t real.