RIP Colin the Colon

A year ago a part of me died. A part of me that I took for granted until it began distancing itself from and rebelling against me. That’s right, I’m talking about my colon. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened had I taken better care of it? What if I’d eaten “right?” What if I didn’t eat candy?…

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Scars: Symbols of Shame? Or Badges of Honor?

“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls;  the most massive characters are seared with scars.” –Khalil Gibran I remember growing up seeing a scar on my mother’s abdomen. It’s a large scar to the left of her navel about 10 inches in length. It looks as though someone took a crude knife to her abdomen. My mother had…

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