Issue 10 – Non-Fiction

Friends tell me that my personality has returned. I laugh more. I smile like me, unmasked. It hasn’t been an instant or dramatic change; she didn’t raise me from the dead. But as time stretches since the surgeries and we continue to balance my medications with the contraption’s settings, a little more of my light has seeped back in. I am grateful to Her for that.

Pure bliss. I was 26 years old, enjoying the summer off from graduate school and life as a newlywed. I married my soulmate that May in an intimate gathering of friends and family. My three-year-old daughter was delighted with my choice in a life partner; she named him “Big Daddy” due to his height compared to her biological father. 

Rachel likes to spend night times in our emergency room — not as a patient though.  She’s an artist with a successful downtown studio.

My friend Meredith always had a knack for finding places where rent was optional.