Cancer, My Jailor

Born with a scream, die with a whimper. Between those bookends, the self somehow develops. Perhaps it’s because we exist at the bottom of an empty well, waiting for the drenching rains of knowledge to float us up and out of the darkness. The more I know, the less I know, yet the more I’m […]

Welcome to the Machine

I climbed out of bed at 4:30. 4:30 PM. Oh god. The daylight hours dwindle quickly away. Off goes my husband – who is suffering from severe depression and doesn’t wake up unless I do – to grab my stepson from school.  Wishing I had gotten up hours ago, let’s say 8 hours ago, I […]

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