The Stinging Needle: Reflections of Trigeminal Neuralgia
Winter is reaching out for me. I get brave some days, and I like to pretend I don’t have trigeminal neuralgia. I walk confidently down the street in the chill, […]
Winter is reaching out for me. I get brave some days, and I like to pretend I don’t have trigeminal neuralgia. I walk confidently down the street in the chill, […]
by Rosa Sophia, 2009 When you’re running don’t run to Scranton don’t trip and fall in reeking gutters don’t stop for gas or lose yourself you’ll have to face hunched-over […]