The Right Diagnosis

When I bring my car into the shop and my headlight's broken, my side view mirror swivels a cool 180 degrees on its own, the tires need rotating, and my oil needs changing, I don't need my technician to sit me down and say, "well your headlights need replacing." Correct, I can't see at night.… Continue reading The Right Diagnosis

Back to the Surface

When I say my apartment is a prison cell, I'm not exaggerating. It isn't just the self-isolation. It's the fear of leaving my home as the number of cases climbs daily in St. Louis. It's the fear I might be responsible for giving a neighbor or a loved one a potentially lethal illness. It's the… Continue reading Back to the Surface