by eight months Fiona developed a love for clapping. At nine months she had her first grand mal seizure. At eleven months she rolled from front to back. At one year old she weighed twelve pounds. During that first year, her syndrome revealed itself to be simultaneously life-altering and, in some strange way, just fine. A new normal. Her medical issues were manageable. The problem, it became clear, was mine: I wanted her different. The daily prayer inside me was an impossible wish to scrounge the earth and find that missing bit of her fourth chromosome. I imagined it was buried among fossils in an ancient, surreal sand dune.
Je tu niekto? Nepočujem. Ako Dávid a Karolína pripravili najväčšiu demonštráciu proti korupcii
podvodný umelec:
Hillary Clinton odpovedá na 40 rokov sexistických poznámok:
staré, ale ten obrázok, ktorý je pri článku ma tak dorazil, že to musím nalinkovať
Lucky Chinese babies will be fed pure Irish formula, just like the babies who were being bottle-fed in the arms of Taoiseach Enda Kenny, European Commissioner for Agriculture Phil Hogan and Glanbia’s Jim Bergin for a publicity shot last week that nearly cost me my breakfast.
napíšte list do budúcnosti (mňa viac fascinuje písať do minulosti)
