Living with the grief of chronic illness
It is spring in Alaska, which means that the sun is out, the weather is warm enough to go outside without a coat, and the snow is clinging in stubborn mounds across the city. It is a tightrope kind of season. Summer is approaching, but everything is still brown and ugly. The air is full of dust from the gravel spread everywhere to keep the roads safe. Cars are covered in muddy water — and…