Last week, my friend Connie texted me a screenshot of her continuous glucose monitor and asked, “How...
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Last winter I was ironing a linen blouse before a family lunch and my thumb brushed the...
When my neighbor Carol’s husband Frank, who’s seventy-four and has had diabetic neuropathy for fifteen years, sat...
Museums used to be one of my favorite ways to spend a slow Saturday. A big airy...
I was at the farmers’ market last Saturday when Eleanor caught me by the heirloom tomatoes. She...
The first time my friend Margaret called me about it, she whispered. It was past nine on...
The first live concert I went to after my neuropathy really settled in was a Willie Nelson...
A neighbor of mine came back from a medical mission trip to rural India last fall and,...
A woman from my support group, June, told me last spring that her neurologist had said something...
A woman I’ll call Rosa stopped me after a recent support group meeting and asked if we...