ByBetsy Lam

Betsy Lam is a nerdy web developer, writer, artist and rock climber. She lives in Chicago with her husband, little boy Louie, and pup named Mr. Deuce. She eats soup in the summertime, and will finish her illustrated novella someday very soon. This is her first published essay.

  1. When I broke my neck, I heard it break. A crisp "pop!" from the base of my neck. I’m told my gymnastics teammates heard it, too, from across the gym. I’d broken some bones in my feet, the occasional finger, and sprained my ankles a zillion times, but never experienced such an audial reminder that we are, physically, not so different than our tree friends - made up of limbs that can be bent, snapped…