Beyond the geographically desirable (and seemingly attainable) boys I wrote about in my diary – there were others I yearned for. And by others... I ...
I had cancer. I was squished, prodded, zapped, poked, sliced and diced. My first diagnosis was met with varying degrees of shock, fear, pragmatic acceptance ...
Prior to the arrival of the chickenpox vaccination I was a highly contagious ball of itchy, blotchy, speckled pox. Parents brought over their children to ...
