There Are Things I Need to Tell You

There Are Things I Need to Tell You

My waiter, he asked how old I was in reference to the round of margaritas for the table of guac lovers, and so I replied, “27.” My friends, they turned to me quickly and corrected, “Ash, you are 28.”  My years, I have lost them in my foggy brain, forgetting exactly how many moments have [...]

My view from under these covers.

My view from under these covers.

  Today, I woke up at 4 a.m. with a fever, that Heat Miser yet Snow Miser feeling of crawling out of your own skin where you trip over everything in the dark just to make it to the bottle of Motrin. I knew right away what was happening: this is my autoimmune body saying, Please, I am [...]