ME: THE BEGINNING

I’ve been depressed for as long as I can remember. In the beginning I didn’t know what to call my being different. My parents certainly didn’t call it depression.  I was called overly sensitive and overly emotional. From their perspective I was angry and selfish...
ALL MY LOVING

ALL MY LOVING

The sound of glass shattering in the kitchen is followed immediately by an emphatic “Aw shit! Shit! Shit!” from Emily, my older, and only, sibling. This was her third strident outburst since we finished eating dinner. It’s her turn to do the dishes, and her mounting...