Health

This drama made me feel like a pathetic character in some nineteenth century flu epidemic being ravaged by an army of hostile microbes.

Persimmons in winter, white mold in fermenting soil, the sound of a man singing, the smallest matters make a big difference to me.

Ecstasy is unfathomable, so that’s my focus. I want it back. Here are some pro-tips for managing your mood.

I’m 3 years sober and though I miss the magic sauce, and my elbow muscles have atrophied, my brain and my liver really like it.

When it comes to health, aging is our pet elephant in the room. Each time we’re unwell we naturally wonder if it’s worse because we’re older.

A couple weeks ago I woke up very early in the morning and my eyes itched terribly. So I dug into them like I was scouring a frying pan.

A switch inside me flipped and my need to bring order to the garage disappeared. It’s a very small invisible victory.