The best product of my teenage angst was a series of abstract paintings titled…
Articles by Kathleen Sheffer
My sweet friend Teresa has stopped asking me if I have enough spoons to hang out…
As soon as the first words were out of his mouth, I knew the man on the…
Knowing that transplant was my plan when all else failed, I lacked the curiosity…
The hard part I’ve heard that waiting for the transplant is the hardest part. Every day after my…
When my alarm goes off at 9 a.m. in the clinic and I pull out my…
“What’s with the nail file?” my sister asked, her eyes failing to conceal her amusement. Still grinding my nails down,…
The changes were gradual enough not to alarm me. I went from a steady 110 to 118 pounds…
When I tell someone I had a heart-lung transplant, I’m usually greeted with “congratulations,” unless they are particularly clueless and…