This summer, I finally put a name to one of my most profound superhero (or Shakespearean tragic hero?) traits. I am: The Under Estimator!
The Bunny Business is over. It was a great success. And I am so very tired. My Lupus is not a fan of big, elaborate, multi-day, burn-the-candle-on-both-ends activities. To show its displeasure, my body is now acting out like a miserable, moody teenager. I am so off-kilter that while making dinner last night, I tripped... Continue Reading →