I remember being around 10 years-old when I began taking care to never refer to my dwarfism as an “illness” or a “disease.” An illness is something that tries to destroy you. It demands you go into battle. Even if you end up grateful for…
AT 16 WEEKS into an uneventful third pregnancy, I insisted on a statistically unwarranted amniocentesis and got the result we all want: normal. The child was the daughter we hoped to conceive…
“HEEEEEY!”
Friends were standing at the door of my apartment in Berlin, back fresh from a vacation that had seemed far too long for me to endure. At the sound of their dulcet voices calling me in unison…
