42 and Counting: Why I’m Celebrating Another Year

As I approach my 42nd birthday this week, I do so as a survivor of congenital heart disease, depression, and anxiety. I am glad to be alive for if my suicide attempt twenty-six years ago had been successful, I would have missed my sisters’ weddings, the birth of their children, meaningful friendships, and life-changing theatreContinue reading “42 and Counting: Why I’m Celebrating Another Year”