The Orchid

This is a story about shadow, projection and being human. My partner Jimmy calls me the orchid. I used to feel like it was a negative judgement against me because aspects of taking care of my body are fairly high maintenance. I’m allergic to nightshades and he does all the cooking. He meticulously checks ingredient labels and makes me “no-mato” sauce deep dish so this former Chicago dweller doesn’t have to give up pizza.

When my body is painful and I communicate that I might become like a grumpy old dog, he doesn’t take it personally. He adapts to my changing weather as fluidly as I do these days and will often ask me if there’s anything I need along the way.