i have an autoimmune disease called sjogren’s syndrome that i don’t like to spend much time talking about because it’s not that interesting, but some days i do feel as if i will dry up so completely that i will begin curling up uncontrollably and end up a parched cylinder on the floor. i don’t feel that way today, but something about this spring has triggered such violent allergies that i have found myself feeling vulnerable to any number of health related assaults on any number of fronts. so there you have it. my first public health complaints. i will soon be mentioning my arthritis, my liver, my sunspots, and the wattle under my chin. and complaining about my ungrateful kids who never call or text. don’t worry about me. i’m just sitting here in my living room. alone. in pain. watching matlock.

bleeding heart leaf

saint paul, minnesota