My first memory of bladder pain comes from a summer day camp when I was about five years old. We were making beaded bracelets—beautiful, intricate creations where we strung beads on safety pins and connected them with two long threads. I was nearly finished when the counselor called out that time was almost up. A wave of panic hit me. Suddenly, it felt as though my bladder had a heartbeat. I didn’t fully remember this moment until decades later, during therapy in my twenties. Another memory...

I was driving cross-country and on a stretch of highway, through a town in Nebraska, it smelled so bad, worse than anything I’ve ever...

As this chaotic year comes to a close, we are preparing to enjoy the holiday season in an unfamiliar way. COVID-19 has completely altered...