The Downside, The Upside, The Dark Side
I’ve been waiting for you. Patiently waiting among the sepia pages and crisp black and white edges.
I’ve been waiting for you. Patiently waiting among the sepia pages and crisp black and white edges.
The call I was expecting came just after two o’clock on a blustery March afternoon. Instead of going home after my meeting…
Addiction is an obsession. It takes over mind, body, and soul. It seeps into your pores, hides between your toes, collects in the corners of your eyes and under your nails.
Sometimes it comes in fits and starts and sometimes all at once in a deluge, but when you’re edging thirty years old, riding passenger…
“Your garden is like a park,” my mother-in-law would say when she came to visit us in Wisconsin from her home in Canada. It was a…
The doctor adjusts his glasses, tells me the news. There isn’t much else. I leave the muted-colored office and beat my hands on the steering wheel.
I was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder (BPD) in 1991 at thirty years-old, following my second suicide attempt. Individuals who have BPD lack the ability to…
I found in the pocket of the jeans I wore last night a yellow note: from the triple g&t…
Caleb was a sweet boy, with black hair and freckles, whose left leg was in a brace, causing the other kids to taunt him without mercy. Caleb’s best…