There’s a 10 ml vial of insulin in the back of our refrigerator. The contents expired sometime in 2014, and we might have tossed it when we moved from our last apartment to this one, but instead we packed it up with the ketchup, mustard, pickles, soy sauce, and olives, and moved it two hoursContinue reading “Awareness Month”
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Illinois, Illinois
“Tell me about your corner of the world,” the hairdresser says. She yanks a comb through my hair, which is thick enough and wavy enough to flummox her. She’s already asked me if it’s natural, if I put anything in it, if I dye it. I’m not sure what she’s asking now. “Plainsboro?” I ask.Continue reading “Illinois, Illinois”