Does every good love story need an obstacle?
Come high water, come fires, come pandemics, riots and collapse, love happens. That’s what I’m noticing right now. We want each other. We were built for each other. Two at a time, parts come together and we make a thing and like weeds pushing through pavement, that thing finds the light. In fact, I wonder if feelings bloom despite obstacles or because of them. Maybe the terrain between us, real, imagined or metaphorical, forces declarations of intent as our willingness to travel is made apparent.
Love is what this month is all about on Kelly Corrigan Wonders. Each week, I’ll be trading stories with writers I know from my home here on Medium.
Today, meet a young-ish woman named Sarah Stankorb whose earnest, unguarded voice has been made wobbly (and wiser) by a neurological disorder that hit her as a child.
Here’s Sarah:
The voice box is a pink, slick mass through which air blows. It’s an alien with a toothless smile. When its folds, the vocal cords, work properly, they press together as we speak, mirroring humming lips. Air slips…