“If I ever become a real artist I’ll make a series of sketches called Sad People. All kinds of people - age, ethnicity, culture - will be represented with the common denominator being a sadness that jumps out at you. Then I’ll have a gallery and people will come…it’ll be like a sad room…a place … Continue reading The Sadness Effect
Mother, May I?
Seven years. It's been seven years since I had some time that could be mine to do with as I please. The routine of my life consisted of pregnancies, depression, births, newborns, infants, toddlers and learning to nap when I got a chance. By the time my daughter turned three, my son was born. We … Continue reading Mother, May I?
How I Stood Up To AMI
I can’t write about AMI magazine and the Weberman case. I can’t go there. But I wanted you to know - anyone who knows me and understands me - that I sent them an e-mail today. Please remove me from your mailing list. I do not wish to write for a magazine such as yours … Continue reading How I Stood Up To AMI
As The Candle Burns
My mother calls and brings it up before I do. “It’s tonight…I’ve been thinking about it…remembering….” I choke back a sob. “Yes. It is tonight. And I’m sad…” I fall apart. I tell her the thoughts I have. She listens, she shares and she hurts with me. I feel something shift. The depression lifts and … Continue reading As The Candle Burns
The Day I Die
The house is quiet. I sort the laundry wash the dishes change the linens organize the closets prepare the food make a list and try, try try try not to think. But here I am. Thinking. * Last night I had a dream. Someone died in my dream. Someone close enough to me that I … Continue reading The Day I Die
Colloquially Speaking 