Face. Value.

I sat upright on the examining table, the thin paper rustling under the backs of my knees. I tapped my heels against the sides like a restless child waiting for her lollipop. I wondered  - at what age in child development did doctors stop shelling out candy? And how cool would it be now to … Continue reading Face. Value.

Giving yourself permission

I can't remember his exact words, but my main funny-man Louis CK has this stand-up bit where he talks about aging. With his usual sarcasm, he goes on about how twenty-year-olds think they're gonna live forever. They revel in the mystical idea of turning thirty. "What's it gonna be like when I'm THIRTY!?" (audience laughter … Continue reading Giving yourself permission

Shit just got real: my brain aneurysm

It’s been weeks since the docs told me about my little bubble brain. They didn’t use those exact words, but I prefer a sugary colloquialism over the actual medical diagnosis: “Intracranial Aneurysm.” What started out as a personal quest to get to the bottom of my twelve-day migraine (landing me in the ER twice) ended … Continue reading Shit just got real: my brain aneurysm