There is nothing about resilience that I can say that my father did not first utter silently in eighteen years of living inside a two-dimensional cutout of himself.
I took my son's name. I didn't take my husband's name.
We're all going to die.
My heart goes out to the grieving parents who lost their two-year-old or their newborn.
The days of our lives, for all of us, are numbered.
You wouldn't know I was sick unless you knew I was sick.