As My Joints Turn: my autoimmune soap opera
Autoimmune Arthritis isn't the end of the world, it's just another way of living in the world.
Words I have dreaded speaking, let alone writing: my mother has died. It was peaceful, or at least as peaceful as something so heartbreaking can be. She was surrounded by family throughout the day, loved fiercely until the very end. And then, in a quiet moment when it was just my cousin Tracy and me... Continue Reading →
People keep telling me over and over that I need to give myself some grace to deal with my illness, to deal with my grief, to deal with the pandemic, etc. I listen and then immediately ask myself, "What does that mean?" So I looked it up: According to Mashable: Give yourself grace is permission to... Continue Reading →
As My Joints Turn: my autoimmune soap opera 