By Brooklyn Reader

August 3, 2015, 6:44 am


Photo Credit Paul Rogers On Dec. 20, 1968, I was in Minnesota for a family wedding and got the flu; what I didn’t get, to my surprise, was my period. With a fever of 104 degrees, I was too sick to eat or even go to the bathroom unaided […]

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