Jun 27, 2022
Yes, when I finally made it to the gynecological surgeon he was a Buddhist who wore big round beads around his neck, and he bowed to me and said, “I respect your pain.” I almost cried at that point.
Yes, when I finally made it to the gynecological surgeon he was a Buddhist who wore big round beads around his neck, and he bowed to me and said, “I respect your pain.” I almost cried at that point.
Come for the insights on aging, leave with a doggie bag full of frogs and exoplanets. Now more poems about vacuuming! she/her/hers