Today is my 50th birthday. Last night I tried staying up past midnight to watch my 40’s disappear, as if being awake for the event would make it more believable. But I fell asleep and when I awoke a whole new decade of my life had begun. 50. Half way, or maybe...
This week was my daughter’s 20th birthday, which when you’re battling Mitochondrial Disease, is a birthday hard won. My daughter, who I call Queen Teen (but can I still call her that if she’s not a teen anymore?), is a beautiful, friendly, stubborn...
