The time on the clock when I opened my eyes on Thursday, June 18 was 1:45 a.m. I’d woken up just in time to make sure that my husband got up and out of the house. He’d been given an early assignment to cover the Knicks championship ticker-tape parade in…
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I blinked my eyelids rapidly, hoping to generate some sort of moisture, but it didn’t work. The drier my eyes got, the harder it was to see clearly. And the blurrier my vision became, the more scrambled the letters on my laptop were. Staring at a laptop all day can…
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Moving is never just about boxes. When you live with a chronic illness like IgG4-related disease, moving becomes a full‑body experience: physical, emotional, logistical, and deeply personal. I’ve moved more times than I can count: across four countries growing up, across cities while at university, and then again when…
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