Two years ago I chose my first word for the year — focus. That was the year I struggled. A lot. I faced health question after health question with no signs of the answers I longed for. I barely blogged, but I learned to write in the quiet space of my journal. I had...
When I was only eight, I wanted to delay the inevitable. But the doctor said no. I visited the orthopedist often as a child. I slept with removable casts on my arms and legs every night. I wore them for years as a form of physical therapy. We wanted to improve...