Under Pressure, Baring Ourselves for Healthy Boobs

Annah Elizabeth1 Comment

I remember with distinct clarity (as clear as one’s memory can actually be three-and-some decades later) going to my first pubescent physical. I recall riding in the car and asking my mom if I was going to have to take off my clothes in front of the doctor. And I remember being pissed at her when I was instructed to … Read More

I Am The Cure

Annah Elizabeth3 Comments

I am the cure. For what ails me. And I’m so glad that this past week of Mad and Sad is over. Some weeks are that way, where The Shit seems to flourish. That seemingly eternal anguish makes me all the more appreciative for those times like Mother’s Day week, when I noticed plenty of Happy. Honestly, until Friday, I … Read More