How My Little Girl Tries to Cure Mama’s Migraine

My daughter tucks me in at night. She brings me a cold washcloth when the migraine fever attacks the temples; gently rinses the blue cloth with cool water, squeezes the excess into the sink, allowing the fever-reducer to flow through her fingers: milk dripping from...

What I Focus On 15 Years After Surviving a Stroke

Fifteen years ago I had a stroke and brain hemorrhage at the age of 37. It was a long journey to recovery as I had to see several physicians including a hematologist and neurologist on a monthly basis, go to physical and occupational therapy three times a week, and...

We Need to Start Talking About Medical PTSD

First, do no harm. It hit me out of nowhere. One moment, I was petting my dog, Ole, and the next, I sat breathless and terrified, my heart beating out of my chest. Transported to the darkest memories of my childhood, I felt like an 8-year-old again — a child who would...

‘Short’ Self-Care Is Still Self-Care

Between work, family, friends and our homes, we tend to find very little “me” time. Often it seems the days will simply become one big blur as we progress activity to chore without once stopping to rest or enjoy life. The problem is that as humans we want to belong,...