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“What ‘Raising Tourette’s’ Means to Me as Someone Diagnosed in My 20s” by Gretchen Gales

While scrolling through options to watch On Demand, I noticed a show I had never seen before pop up on the screen. It was the recently premiered six-part docuseries on A&E called “Raising Tourettes.” The show follows the lives of kids and teens with Tourette’s Syndrome and the people in their lives.… Read more ““What ‘Raising Tourette’s’ Means to Me as Someone Diagnosed in My 20s” by Gretchen Gales”

Art by Lia Pas

“body map”

(An outline of a naked woman is embroidered on linen in the same bone white colour as the linen. She stands legs together, her right hand covering her groin, her left hand palm up, extended slightly to her side. She looks to the right. Her body is covered in squiggles, dots, and lines in blues, burgundies, greens, and greys.Read more “Art by Lia Pas”

Poetry by Juliette Sebock

Wintergreen

I could never drink root beer,
Which was a shame when we went to the soda shop
And everyone crossed the intersection
For a dollop of ice cream in their nearly-too-cold cup.
It tasted like it smelt,
And it smelt like walking on Pop-Pop’s back
And brushing against his psoriasis
And not asking about the scar that ran up his spine.… Read more “Poetry by Juliette Sebock”

“Deforestation and Other Side Effects” by Tiffany Promise

This morning, when the Human-Shaped-Gods signed my discharge plan, I had a moment where I didn’t believe it was really happening.

“But my head used to hurt so badly that I’d contemplate taking an icepick to my occipital lobe. Now I just feel like an ice-picked ice sculpture,” I told them.… Read more ““Deforestation and Other Side Effects” by Tiffany Promise”

Poetry by Kate Garrett

Spectrum

Looking up at the sky when I was five, it seemed
to me no one else could see it. This one wasn’t falling
but it was too big and too bright blue-yellow-
white and there were too many people beneath it.

My mother dragged me out the door, chasing margaritas,
ignored my trembling goldfinch shoulders, did not
understand why I was sick on the floor of the Mexican
restaurant across the street from our apartment.… Read more “Poetry by Kate Garrett”

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