'I'm Sick'

Essayist Diane Roberts has lots to complain about. Well, she has the right. She's utterly ill. "Our noses are raw," she says, "we walk as if our legs are made out of glass, we clutch raggedy Kleenexes as if they were pieces of the Shroud of Turin."



Please keep your community civil. All comments must follow the NPR.org Community rules and terms of use, and will be moderated prior to posting. NPR reserves the right to use the comments we receive, in whole or in part, and to use the commenter's name and location, in any medium. See also the Terms of Use, Privacy Policy and Community FAQ.