After a year of frightening panic attacks, the very thing that caused my anxiety would also cure it.
My body started falling apart, then I lost my job. A red-faced rhesus macaque and a bout of dysentery helped me find my path.
I took a nine-month leave of absence and beat Hodgkin’s lymphoma. Returning to a world that didn't understand or even know about my illness was the next challenge.
My nephew was born dead the day after Christmas. Now I'm trying to allow myself to mourn — and love him.
When I was almost 25, I made a list of what I wanted to accomplish by the time I was 35. Things haven't gone totally according to plan.
It was easy to forget that life can come into the world just as it leaves it. Making the baby sweater was a tangible reminder.