If cancer treatment is a long ride through a strange country, I am often the driver on the first leg of the trip.
Karin’s Meditation series was our first choice for Kinnected’s featured artist. The woven threads in this series are reminiscent of the oldest and most globally relatable symbols of community that exist.
Mary’s Place believes that no one’s child should sleep outside. They are standing in the gap, from the moment a family becomes homeless until they find their forever home—providing safe, inclusive shelter and services for women, children and families on their journey out of homelessness.
I am originally from Washington, DC. I studied literature in college and then worked as a Peace Corps volunteer in Guinea, West Africa, where I first became interested in pursuing a career in medicine.
I was in sixth grade when I got braces. The orthodontist told my parents that even though my teeth were straight, my jaw was misaligned and I would be vulnerable to terrible headaches throughout my life if we didnt do something about it now.
My first morning in Mexico found me crouched before a sculpted wooden toilet seat in someone’s sculpted underground home wearing a sculpted white canvas tunic, and vomiting.
Does your inner ear make a “thump” sound after you speak or hear loud or high pitched sounds – or perhaps really deep, low pitched sounds?
Do your ears feel achy on the inside Do you feel fluttering sensations or spasms in your ear (myoclonus)? Do you have sharp pains in your ear?
Grief takes its seat on a boat in a dark ocean with little more illumination than a crescent moon to witness your pain. The vessel luffs in irons, as though anchored in time, while the ebb and flow of the ocean under and around you threatens to swallow your wholeness.
Fatigue presses on me like a weighted blanket. From beneath it, a thought emerges: No. I am on a four-lane street, at the wheel of a one-and-a-half ton vehicle. Soon the light will change. I need to wake up.
My diagnosis is a part of me, but not my identity. It could swallow me whole and decimate my well being if I let it. But, I won’t. When the suction into the black hole happens, there is always a way out. Or at least I keep telling myself that.