Begin to dream

From my teens through most of my 30s, my absolute worst recurrent nightmare was that I was pregnant. Even if in my waking life it would have at times been a physical impossibility, the terror at the sense that my life would no longer be "my own" always seemed so real. I had too many …

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Now

Right now, I'm sitting at the dining table, propped up by a densely packed throw pillow and a (lukewarm) hot water bottle, nestled next to my lower back. I've stayed home from work these last two days due to a sharp, debilitating pain in my back which, apparently, recurs every year and a half or …