I tugged self-consciously at the top flap of my robe, half wondering if it had ever been soft, or the slightest bit comforting, for that matter. Countless industrial washes later the pastel flowers were sad, pilled, and faded. While my many appointments leading up to this one had begun in a personal waiting room, where […]
Reader Feature: Dana’s Fight For Her Life
When I met Dana, we were far from carefree. I mean we had big things to worry about. Things like whether our Martha Stewart inspired cranberry wreaths were pure perfection. (Mine wasn’t.) Or whether too much wine had us caroling a bit off key as we wandered through town. (It did.) I mean your twenties, […]