In Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughter House Five, he writes “Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds.” The birds are chirping and it feels inappropriate, wrong, sinful. So many moments of this journey. My body massacred itself. My uterus ruptured into my bladder. But the birds kept chirping, the children kept laughing, and people kept talking about the weather. I didn’t know if I would be broken for the rest of my life, if I would have to wear Depends topped with toddler-sized diapers for the rest of my life, if there would be a rest of my life.
The Scar
The thing about bodies is, we often think of ourselves in one body. After having four kids, I didn’t have the body I had as a 23 year-old. But when I thought of myself, when I imagined myself in some ...
The First One
There was a man who couldn’t fall asleep before 2am. He took pills. He had sleep studies. He used natural remedies. It didn’t matter. He couldn’t fall asleep. One day he was talking to his therapi...