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We’re all a little different

“Hey, let me do it,” my sister whispered while reaching for my french fries. As she offered to feed me, I tried to count how many people were watching me fail to feed myself with my dysfunctional right hand. For just a moment, I want you to step into my shoes. You’re 23 years old.... Continue Reading →

Another Bump in the Road

“How long will this take?” I asked the MRI technician. As my body glided into the MRI machine, he replied, “About forty minutes.” Two hours later, I began to cringe in pain. “Stay still! Stay still!” I reminded myself. But I couldn’t. My hand felt like it was on fire. My back ached because of... Continue Reading →

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