There’s a video buried deep in my phone’s memory from seven years ago. It shows me driving on the…
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A pod of pelicans flies over my head, then out over the ocean waves, where they skim the surface of…
The divers are synchronizing, the skateboarders are grinding, the gymnasts are flying through the air, and like so many others…
“We could go to the beach,” my mom says as the two of us sit on her screened-in porch in…
“When can we get out of here?” my mom asks the group of doctors on their daily rounds. I’m in…
Note: This column describes the author’s own experiences with Orkambi, Trikafta, and Symdeko. Not everyone will have the same…
If you’ve been keeping an eye out for a new column of mine, even noticing the gap between my…
“You don’t sound so good!” my dad says to the family Shih Tzu, Jasper. And my dad’s right:…
“You’re such an inspiration!” the customer across from me said. I was standing behind the mosaic counter of the art…
In fourth grade science, we were learning about the research process, starting with the brainstorming stage. My class was assigned…