April Davila - Author
Have you ever had the experience of talking with someone on the phone, and you both try to talk at once, and then you both stop to let the other one talk, and then there’s a weird pause before you both say “sorry, you go,” and things continue on like this for the duration of the call, to the point that you never feel like you hit a groove talking with that person, and after hanging up, you feel kind of wrong?
You were probably talking to me.
Words can be powerful things. They can also amount to a sneeze – possibly infectious, but ultimately forgotten in a minute.
As I was contemplating the pros and cons of “real” employment, it suddenly occurred to me – this is my day job.
For the word nerds – serodiscordant is a fairly new term describing a relationship wherein one person has HIV/AIDS and the other does not. My uncles have been in their serodiscordant relationship since before the term existed.
Daniel went in for surgery Thursday morning. He was under the knife for 5 hours while they fused his lumbar vertebrae, cutting into him from both the front and the back.
My sister-in-law tied the marital knot on Saturday. It was a wonderful celebration, with family visiting from all over, including a large contingency from Ecuador (where my father-in-law maintains strong […]
Last week, on Tuesday I think, I crawled into bed next to my guy as he pulled out the large stack of paper that is my manuscript and began reading.
“I’m cool,” I thought. “I can handle this.” I will not read over his shoulder. I will not obsess over what part he’s reading, and how he seems to be responding. I will not.
Except that I did. I was way too distracted to continue read The Marriage Plot, and so I curled up, convinced that I could sleep.