I’m five years older than my parents were when they had me, and by the measure of parenthood, I feel like I am falling behind. Five years ago, I was living in a house I shared with two-to-four strangers, depending on who had significant others over and when. I was so deep into depression I … Continue reading Dysthymia
How do you explain the feeling of depression to someone who doesn't have it? Similes fall short, metaphors do a better job. Here's a metaphor for depression.
I can see it coming, like a roiling thunderstorm on the horizon. There's a rumbling in the distance and darkness swells from the corner of the sky, billowing through the blue like ink in water. The wind turns sharply in my direction, blowing my breath back into my lungs. It's like I'm breathing nothing at … Continue reading A Wave of Anxiety
A brief encounter with the art of local photographer Heather Fulton, whose work is on display at Bare Bones Cafe & Bar until May 31st, 2017.
Twenty years ago, two classmates of mine had a joint birthday party where they gave out kittens. Our family had two cats already, one was an orange tabby named Miso that my mom had in college. The other was my sister's, a tiny calico shorthair named Milo. Our cats were indoor/outdoor cats, allowed to come … Continue reading 20 Years a Cat
Here’s me, trying to get started. I can’t figure out what to do first, and each idea I have sends me spiraling off in a different direction. Even writing this felt like it belonged in DayOne, but I still don’t have the Mac app (cause it’s still $40) and even though I just got a … Continue reading New Blog
I remember reading a story about the stretching of time at the end of life, but I can’t remember who wrote it. In it, one wrongfully-imprisoned character found himself counted among the number of a group of prisoners sentenced to die by firing squad. The sentence was quite sudden; it was announced to him that … Continue reading An Excerpt