Making The Invisible Visible [365 Days of Migraine: Day 17]

In 1998, when I got my fifth tattoo – actually my fourth AND fifth, I got them at the same time – my dad said I might “have a hard time finding a husband,” and my mom developed a theory. Her theory had to do with my migraines, and how my new passion for getting…

I Don’t Care What They Say, I Can’t Stay In A World Without Headache

When I was in sixth grade, and leaving school again in tears with a relentlessly pounding head, my gorilla-like teacher followed me out into the hallway. “You won’t be able to get away with these… headaches… in junior high, Liz,” he spat scornfully. I blinked at him in disbelief, turned, and ran. I was stuck with the nickname…