“Stumps and Sadness, the Christa Couture story,” I said to producer Michelle Parise and we doubled with laughter.
When I posted the photos online, I had no idea how far the pictures would spread.
I did a photoshoot near the end of my pregnancy last fall, not just to capture the moment but to try something for the first time — and to hopefully make a dent in poor representation of disabled bodies.
Yes, that photo is me and a brand new just-hours-old baby — MY baby, in fact, who came into the world in October.
Since my thyroidectomy last year, I have not sang on stage. If I’m not a singer, what do I do?
It’s warm, it’s golden, it’s got a star-studded pretend band.
I wrote a not-that-happy-happy-new-year song.
I’m writing a book about loss. And as I write and research, I’ve been reading many other books about grief and also memoir in general.
From the first ever song I remember being inspired by, to loss (as ever), to my new band name with Rosanna Deerchild.