Being human
and life's little mysteries

Today marks the ten week point since I underwent a liver transplant, and the two week home mark. The first week was a blissful blur of...

Being in the hospital going on six weeks can sometimes feel like a marathoner at the twenty-second mile. “The wall”, as it’s called in...

I woke from a daydream this morning feeling extreme nausea; I vomited, and started to cry. It felt good, to cry, something my eyes have...