As a little girl, on my sick days from school, the best part of the day was the half hour when I could sit in my dad’s recliner in my...

It was hard to discern where the brilliant blue sky became the ocean’s choppy waves, where the hope looked more like fear. From his...

“How long do you think I’ll last? I mean, when do you think I am going to die?” Ethan’s questions still sometimes catch me a bit off...

My own words played incessantly in my head: so many years, so many services and specialists, twenty medications, and no answers. I...