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.
This piece got some unexpected attention online yesterday, and while it was the basis of that story I did on DNTO in 2015, I never really shared the written version two years ago when it won third place in Room’s nonfiction contest.