Don’t Get Cocky

I should have fucking known better. You know? Years and years, knowing that if I talk about my improving health situation, it seems to always backfire and not remain true. This is a cruel comparison, but one I feel it’s my right to use because it happened to me: I was pregnant, but only about…

Reflections on a Year’s Worth of Changes

As we begin preparing for our annual trip to Cape May, New Jersey this week, I can’t help but think about how things were for me last year at this time. Writing a blog, first of all, would have been totally out of the question. One month away from one of the most drastic surgeries…