I stumbled out of my kids’ room half asleep. My eyes strained to open just enough to avoid collisions with a doorway or chair. It was the third time …
My New Normal: Life After TBI
The blue light refracted across my second eye. Then quiet, as my doctor pulled back and stood very still. The tendons in her neck flexed. “I think …
Cards Against Humanity: Battle of the Sexes
“What time did you last take a poop?” asks my friend’s husband as we all perch on couches, drinks in hand. “Excuse me?” I reply, frozen mid …
Worst Hangover Ever: Day 44 of Traumatic Brain Injury
I wake, wishing I hadn’t. The sludge is still there. “Do you feel wasted all of the time?” the head trauma doctor had asked me. “Yes,” I …
My Hairy Armpits at the Zoo
It wasn’t until I got back in the car to drive home, put my arm up on the passenger seat, and turned to look behind me that I noticed the rather large …