New Tattoos

New Tattoos

The knife sang silver across my skin, sunshine sweet and soothing as the rain. Smooth and slow, rich red blood welled from the slight wound and dripped gently, a maple tap of my life. Relief rushed through me, heady and exhilarating; for a moment I was sated. But...

My Illness Is Not My Identity

“A label is a mask life wears,” writes Rachel Naomi Remen, M.D., one of the first pioneers in the mind, body, health field. “Labeling sets up an expectation of life that is often so compelling we can no longer see things as they really are. . . . In...
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