I Skipped My Heart Medication To Buy Her A Prom Dress—And Paid The Price

to drain the color out of everything. I had just picked up my daughter, Bella, from St. Mary’s Academy, her high school. It’s a good school—the kind with clean hallways that smell like lemon polish instead of mildew, new textbooks that aren’t held together with duct tape, and a parking lot full of kids who drive BMWs their parents bought them for their continue reading …