Tag Archive for #chronicillness

My Illness Defines Me (and why that makes me happier than you)

My illness defines me. But it wasn’t always that way. What I didn’t realize on April 16, 2002, the day I was diagnosed with a severe form of Inflammatory Bowel Disease, was that I was not only forced into a quite unwelcome BFF relationship with my illness, but that I would literally need to relearn every instinct, every emotion and… Read more →

Mommy’s Tinder Account

Dear Evangeline, When I was 16 years old, some old man told me, “live it up, kid. Because it’s all downhill from here.” And I have good reasons to believe he wasn’t alluding to the fact that I had no mortgage to pay, children to take care of, or taxes to tally. He was referring to the imminent downward spiral of my… Read more →

Motherhood & Doctorhood, Go Together Like a Horse & Carriage?

Dear Evangeline,   When you reach that ripe age of three and learn how to google mommy’s name, you’ll be brought to these pages. You’ll also notice there has been a four month-long gap in my writing. Well, mommy’s been going through something that we call in the world of adults, “some shit.” I didn’t feel like talking about it. I still… Read more →

Heavy Baggage

Dear Evangeline, You, my darling, are beginning to wrap your head around the idea that “mommy’s belly” is going to take a long time to heal. When I first came home from the hospital, you were sick with pneumonia, but that didn’t seem to bother you. You were so worried about me. The first time you saw me get off… Read more →

On Turning a “Terrible” Two

Dear Evangeline, The “terrible twos” are upon us! Well, anyhow, that’s what we hear every time we walk out the front door. In reality, the “terrible twos” started back in August, when you were just 18 months-old. It was almost as if the moment you turned 18 months-old, our world was jerked upside down. You started to dance, to have… Read more →

A Papa Tomato Story

Dear Evangeline, Last week, your pop-pop and I were reminiscing about your great-grandfather, whom you lovingly nicknamed “Papa Tomato” shortly before his death this past summer. “That man just never stopped moving. He always had his hands in something. He just couldn’t sit still,” your pop-pop said to me with a nostalgic quiver, “It’s almost as if…well, it’s almost as… Read more →

DON’T BE A JERK, LITTLE ONE

Dear Evangeline, It’s been a crazy few weeks and a lot has been on my mind. Too much, in fact. And, despite what many of the readers whom I have shared these letters with think, I do keep some things private. No one needs to know about the genuinely crazy thoughts that lurk in my head. But there’s something I… Read more →

MAMA, I NEED LULLABIES, NOT SIRENS

  Dear Evangeline, I’m writing to you today because I’m in a dark place. It feels like there is no way out, but I’ve been here so many times before and I know there is a dimly lit path that leads to the exit. I’ve taken the route so many times that I can no longer doubt that it’s there,… Read more →

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