Some mornings it’s easy. I take the medications bleary-eyed, without thinking too much about it. But some days, like today, I hesitate. I hold the tiny pills in my hand — one…
September 11th has become sort of a marker for me in the year, a place where I can say “well, this is where I was last year or in 2001 or in 2009,” a bookmark in a mental autobiography.
I don’t really think about 9/11 anymore, until the date looms on the calendar, and…
I didn’t mean to get fat. No one ever means to get fat. One year I was working out every day, at my goal weight, feeling healthy…
An endless parade of images and words march through my head when I try to sleep. Sometimes they’re personal; real…