tiny glucose bombs all over the house, sweet on the tongue they pull back, they save. — life with t1
life with t1
on mothering diabetes.
in my fridge, in the shelf that is designed to hold cheese, there are vials of hope, and an emergency kit in bright orange, remember, remember in case you forget how to breathe, with pre-filled hormone, so that when my fingers fumble with fear i have a needle ready to plunge deep into muscle, to... Continue Reading →
somehow, i have kept a child alive in the dark and please don’t tell me how to be beautiful.
the light has woken me early, but the night that was only 380 broken minutes long, has left me tender and not yet ready for all these new hours that stretch lazily ahead of me, like a languid cat already seeking my attention, and i have pulled myself back from sleep 3 times in the... Continue Reading →
