A year ago, almost to the day, my life changed. I woke up, as usual, I went to the bathroom, as usual, and I weighed myself, as usual. I was disappointed, as usual, with the number staring back at me. I was unhappy, as usual, with the figure I saw in the mirror. For some … Continue reading Carrying 21 pounds less baggage
I was walking across the Place de la Comédie, and I noticed a sign that there were blood collections going on. I hadn’t given blood since I was seventeen years old, and I hadn’t actually tried since September 11 last year, when I was turned away because of the crowds. I wasn’t in a particular hurry, so I figured I could kill an hour or so giving a pint.