-Marianne J I never met Elizabeth in person, but I felt like I knew her better than some people in my own family. We met through a Facebook support group for women living with chronic illness. I have lupus and fibromyalgia, and there are days when I don’t leave bed except to cry in the
My name is David Craig Potts, but growing up, my family always called me Craig. One of my fondest early memories is how my baby sister would stumble adorably over my name, her tiny voice trying to shape the sounds. Even then, she was fiercely dramatic, her eyes capable of flipping instantly from piercing laser
I remember the day Elizabeth was born. I was six years old, a weird little kid with a wild imagination and more energy than good sense. I was going to Wren Hollow Elementary at the time. It was an ordinary day—maybe cloudy, maybe sunny. That part’s a little fuzzy now. I think I’d been staying