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

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
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
“Finally, one night, as I sat staring at the TV with absolutely no clue what I was watching, I turned to my husband and said, ‘I think I need to talk to someone.’ He looked at me, really looked at me, for the first time in many weeks, and nodded. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I think you do.’ And so it began.” ~ Sandy Ebner
“At what point do the parts we play– the social scripts we pick up in given contexts– become the person with whom we identify? What part of “I” is mine? And why? What does integrity mean for amnesiacs? These are questions which fiction allows me to explore as a girl who has been forged from a distance.” ~ Alina Stefanescu
“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
I’m pretty good at falling. Over the past few years of living with a progressive neuromuscular disease, I’ve learned how to come down on the