i want to live so densely. lush. and slow.in the next few years. that a yearbecomes ten years. and the pastbecomes only a page. in the book ofmy life.               nayyrah waheed This post has been hard to write, not because there is something particularly terrible to report, but ...

Amidst the din of getting ready for the schoolday, between lunches being made and a fight over a hairbrush, a hummingbird crashed into our house’s big living room window. The sound startled us and we ran outside, fearing the worst. We found him: the size of my thumb, lying on the ground, eyes wide ...

Last April, on a day when I was studying for the DSM final exam, melanoma showed up in my life again. It came in the form of a call from the dermatologist who had removed a tiny little spot on the edge of my original, six-year-old scar. “I’m sorry,” she said, and I don’t really remember what ...

Five years was the magic number: 1825 days. When the time was first given to me, it seemed like a (tentative) lifetime away. But that day has come, and--more than ever--I am still here.When I was first diagnosed with skin cancer, I didn’t quite understand what it meant. “Is it serious?” I aske ...