The Line of Demarcation and the Emergency Room

It’s funny how such a tiny, insignificant, dozen-times-a-day action can become a line of demarcation. The picking up of a phone. The pressing of an on button. Before I pressed it—as far as I knew—my sister Alina was alive. At the moment of pressing, my life split into two distinct epochs: Before the call and…

Love Bug & Lucky

At the time of this introduction, we’ve been struggling with the effects of acute flaccid myelitis (AFM) for just over nine months. August 21st, 2016 is a day that my family won’t soon forget. It’s the day that my perfectly healthy, happy, just-three-days-shy-of-two-years-old daughter would go down for a nap, business as usual, and wake…