These Metaphors, My Body I find it easiest to describe my chronic illness in metaphors. When asked how it feels to hold a chronic illness within my body, I perform a magic trick of words. With my words, the lights dim, the smoke machine whirls to life, and I become the wizard hiding behind the…

All’s Well That Ends Well? Boy meets girl; boy wants girl; boy takes girl, is a story so drilled into us that we barely stop to question the morality of it. It is a story well-worn in our minds. We accept it without hesitation. This is the way of things; this is how it’s always…