My mom helped me find the balancing point between caretaking and controlling because she insisted on her autonomy. “I don’t need your help in the shower,” she’d say, “and I can dress myself.”

The Summer My Mother's Progressive Arthritis Taught Me To Love And Let Go​

That summer became the fulcrum of a seesaw: as my children need me less, my mother needed me more. My mother's arthritis taught me to love and let go. Read...
Deborah Williams    |   01.17.18   |   SHARE
"I have a hard time being in my skin when my body feels like it’s on fire."

She's A Diva: Finding Sexiness In My Chronically Ill Body

When I think sexy, the first thing that comes to mind is acting with abandon and being lost in the trance of feeling and response. My body might want Read...
Sonya Huber    |   03.20.17   |   SHARE