Hope
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A broken heart is a real thing. I think that’s what I felt – or maybe what I feel still. A few minutes ago, at least. I’m not sure why I felt that, because I was in a happy space. Isn’t a negative feeling usually tied to a negative occurrence? I was putting my little
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I recall lying on a hospital bed in the year 2020, wires all around me. Blood transfusing on the left, saline on the right. A catheter in place. Heat pads everywhere. Helpless as a baby, with loved ones hovering close, trying – poorly – to hide their fears. I recall three acts. My mom resorted
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Today, I turn a year older and while I thought I’d feel hyped, what I truly feel is gratitude. Gratitude for life. Gratitude for health. Growing up, I used to hide my genotype. When people found out, they’d pity me or look at me like my death date was written on my forehead. It felt
Becoming Mo 