I throw down my smart phone because it’s as useless as an empty pack of cigarettes. I stand irritated and itchy. Facebook has been running its greedy …
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I Killed a Bat with My Bare Hands
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 …