Eleven years on, I am still learning to live with my Bell’s palsy diagnosis
Everyone seemed jubilant when I announced that I was expecting twins; I, myself, was overwhelmed. I was also expecting a play I’d written to be performed on Broadway in five months and was nervous about the potential collision of two kinds of abundance. I worried that I wouldn’t be able to give enough attention to my three-year-old, Anna. I feared that my body wouldn’t tolerate two babies; I feared that my writing wouldn’t survive three children.
I called my mother with the news. I gave off a scent of “How can this have happened?”
