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Almost four years have passed. Almost four years since that hot summer day when I was diagnosed with cancer. Who would’ ...

My speech was slow and slurred, and the midwife just patted my arm kindly, pitifully, and said it’s okay. Only it wa ...

Once we get a diagnosis of sensory processing disorder, the real work can begin.

“Why do you think I’m not listening?” I asked him. “Because you’re staring in the other direction!”

I never saw my parents fight. Nothing in their marriage had quite prepared me for what my own shanah rishonah would look like.

Instead of waiting for me to get out my name, people jumped into the uncomfortable, drawn-out pause with what they prob ...