It was this day, this time, three years ago, that Melissa and I were in the hospital, waiting forever in a tiny room to hear the results of unknown discussions about us by unknown peoples in unknown other rooms. Were we going to be rejected from this place with our desired plans further un-planned? Or …
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Yesterday marked my thirty-fifth year on this planet, and it seems the first to affect me in any sort of way, though not in the way you might think. All previous birthdays have had no effect on me… older, sure, but this is just one of my bodies— its age means nothing. It’s always been …