Charlie Shaw

Every day we have a driver who shits in the parking lot.

My great grandmother was Martin Luther King Jr.’s personal secretary. They were having an affair.

“Alright then, I’ll go to hell.” – Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.

My favorite teacher ever—English, freshman year of high school—walked up to my desk, picked up my white-out, took a super deep sniff, shuddered, said “that’s the stuff,” and walked away.

When I was first diagnosed, I was planning for my funeral. I never thought I would be planning my granddaughter’s wedding.