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Imagining the future and approaching death with my best friend

Bogey at the lake. Photo by author.

I opened my eyes at midnight to a text from my friend, Kelsey. Her dog had died. A 14-year-old, snaggle-toothed chow mix who was missing one eye, Bear had belonged to her late boyfriend. For the last ten years, they carried each other through her partner’s death and all the changes that came after. Bear’s loss was painful for so many reasons, not the least of which is who and what he represented to the people that loved him.

Nobody expects a dog to live forever, but it’s always a painful shock when they’re gone. My dog, Bogey, is about…

Ableism, pseudoscience, and the limits of unconditional love

Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash

My earliest memory is of a sandbox: a green, turtle-shaped, plastic tub with a visible “Little Tikes” emblem near the bottom. It had a shell for a lid, tossed on the ground next to it, and Dani’s parents had set the base of a small, plastic slide in the sand. At not quite two years old, I still teetered on my tiptoes as I tried to climb the steps. Over and over I slid, giggling with a new friend who, some years later, I would start calling my sister.

Dani and I weren’t just friends, we shared half-siblings. When my…

Recommendations for Coronavirus Quarantine from the Chronically Ill

Photo by Glenn Carstens-Peters on Unsplash

It’s the first day of quarantine. You are laid off or on a prescribed staycation for the foreseeable future. You sleep in until 8:30, check your phone for a few minutes, and saunter into the kitchen. The first day of being stuck at home feels like a luxury. You could make a giant breakfast, do a workout, catch up on SNL episodes. The possibilities are endless. You fill your day with some combination of productivity and relaxation.

“It’s not so bad,” you think as you drift off into a sound sleep.


Waiting is the hardest part.

They said three to five business days, but the New Year may have put a kink in their normal processing times. I’ve checked the patient portal and my phone religiously — nothing new. Each pain, each grumble, feels more insidious that it did two weeks ago.

The doctor was nonplussed. “Your liver enzymes have come down. Whatever it is, I don’t think we need to do more tests.”

“Please.” I tried to keep the desperation out of my voice. “It’s been three years in this pain. It feels like my organs are being crushed and stabbed. …

Aziz Ansari & the Need For Affirmative Consent

By Tyler Ross on WikiMedia Commons

The internet is up in arms over Aziz Ansari and a bad date, or so that’s what many media outlets would have you think. An “exposé” published by last Saturday has cropped up in all the musty corners of the internet, the narrative creating a divide between supports of the #MeToo movement, and adding fuel to a fire of meninists who see the movement as a part of a larger war against men.

The exposé tells the story of ‘Grace’ (the pseudonym used to maintain anonymity), who met Ansari at the 2017 Emmy Awards after-party. The pair went on…

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