Wholehearted Art

Wholehearted Art

My heart is pounding. I’ve stopped breathing as I scroll down my blood test results, looking for that ONE number. The number that will tell me everything. The number that speaks into every piece of food I have eaten in the past three months, every liquid I have...
28 Days Later

28 Days Later

On my fridge, there it is. Typed in black bold letters and highlighted in yellow. It’s held in place by a bright purple clip, magnetized to the larger door, in plain sight for me to see. Maybe I had hoped the color would detract from the subject, and the creator...