The Port, The Pity and the Perfect Wedding Dress

I found my wedding dress this week. But let’s not overexcite ourselves, I’ve found three dresses–and one I actually took home from Macy’s. This one: But I returned it. And now I’m sure I found the one. Like put-down-the-deposit, buy-a-veil-off-of-Ali-Express -sure. (Because who in their right mind pays $300 for a piece of gauze and...
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Well, Pistol-Whip My Colon, Why Don’t You?

There is a fine line between Gastritis and Gastroparesis. Namely that one will have you bolting for the bathroom–and the other will make you wish you were bolting for the bathroom. The commonality between the two is that they are almost equally as painful as someone pistol-whipping your colon. While it’s entirely normal for me...
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Great News About My Book–Also Bread.

Hello Bread, My old friend. As it turns out, underneath all the medication I was taking, I do actually have problems. Yep. That was the result of the Desipramene experiment. Me not under the influence of stomach-numbing medication = me with excruciating pain followed by what could only be termed as complete rejection of nutrition. Lettuce?...
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