Susan Pogorzelski

"Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" - EMMA LAZARUS, 'The New Colossus' - Because I don't have the energy (or stomach, quite frankly) to recap the events of the weekend, here's a run-down of what happened in the United States. And to give us all some hope, here's some info about the retaliatory protests.

"My herxes now seem mild in comparison: a few days recovering in bed, some muscle aches that are soothed with baths, words that still don’t come easily but aren’t lost completely. I recognize it now as the price to pay for eradicating the germs from the body—germs that desperately try to cling to their host with everything they’ve got, the herxes serving as one last moment of triumph, begging us to give up and give in. We’re stronger than that. We’re stronger than the Lyme."

"One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way." - VINCENT VAN GOGH - After a joyful, peaceful, and family-and-friend filled holiday season, I’m finding myself struggling. Maybe it’s the post-holiday blues which always seem to sneak up this time of year. Maybe it’s the combination of the recent rain with the herxing—my symptoms spiking as I’m forced back into b