2017 has been a hell of a year. In my journal, I flippantly wrote, ‘2017 the year I lost the Bij and my boob.’ It was only 50% true. I still have my breast. It all started after the Women’s March in January. Eight or ten friends walked to the march. The crowds were massive, and the group I went with wanted to move from the place we’ve been standing in for more than an hour. … [Read more...]