I am a woman of my word. At least I try to be. Ten years ago, when I said to Robert, my boyfriend at the time, “We should try to see if I can give you a kidney,” as we sat in a clinic exam room for his transplant evaluation appointment, I wasn’t just talking.
big black boy
My son, Avery, is the color of caramel. He is 15 years old, stands nearly 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighs almost 200 pounds. He is a Big. Black. Boy. Because Avery is a big black boy, when we moved a couple of years ago, one of my first tasks was to parade him around our new neighborhood. Smile and wave, I told him, so they know you belong here.
He's just not that into you
poetry?
Poetic, thought the primary care doc, when our patient’s mother was able to grant his birthday wish to see the ocean “one last time.” Samuel’s last several months had been confined to the hospital or a rehab center.