When I was eight years old, I started having migraines. They always followed a pattern: first numbness in a finger or tongue, then blurred vision, and then—the dreaded pain.
It kept happening for yea...
Last year, I spent hours hunting down what I thought was the perfect holiday gift for a friend. I was sure she’d love it, and I couldn’t wait to see her face when she opened it. Her response? A pol...