It was a small table, barely big enough for me, my glass, and the sheaf of papers I had spread out before me, but that’s

A mix of personal essay and cultural criticism, The Waiting Room looks at the places where women’s body image, illness, and disability intersect.
It was a small table, barely big enough for me, my glass, and the sheaf of papers I had spread out before me, but that’s
In my youth, it wasn’t uncommon to see people collapse. Whole groups of them might go at once in an invisible sea swell that washed
Some weeks ago, I was waiting on a train platform in south London after a round of tests at the hospital. It seemed like half
On the morning the world learned that David Bowie had died of cancer, nearly every person on my London commuter train had open a copy
In the past year or two of medical treatment for neuromuscular disease, I’ve learned that it’s possible to get used to any number of things
“What I’d taken for an image of a woman unapologetically occupying public space with mobility aids was something else entirely. It was just one more advertisement suggesting that women manipulate themselves in some way or another in order to look pretty. Which is to say, another advertisement, period.” ~ Kelly Davio