My Year of Non-Magical Thinking

An elegy for my ovary and a toast to the future.

N. Lewis
6 min readAug 25, 2021

At the emergency room, they ask you to rate pain on a scale from 1 to 10, 1 being meh, 10 being unspeakable agony. As my sister sped down the local highway, I was convinced, for one solid minute, that I was dying.

This event happened in August 2020, at the height of the first wave of Covid-19, at least…

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N. Lewis

Secular nun, media and participatory culture enthusiast, Bad Democrat, and shambolic mess. Occasional observations and rants guaranteed.