My mom is schizophrenic. This is a fact that usually comes up in conversation with new crushes, on about the second or third date. It’s not that I go out of my way to tell people, it just naturally comes up. Right about the time you realize the person you’re getting to know didn’t just … Continue reading Not Crazy
My Schizophrenic Mother
The young adult novel that was not my childhood
Arctic Boulevard was a barren expanse. There wasn’t much within walking distance. There was a 7-11, a party supply store that sold balloons and stickers, a used bookstore with stacks of dog-eared stephan kings. The last apartment I lived in with my mom, the one on Arctic Boulevard, was by far the most depressing. We … Continue reading The young adult novel that was not my childhood
I Had A Dream About My Mother Last Night.
And I never, ever, ever, ever have dreams about her. It’s like my subconscious has thrown all of my childhood into a deep hole, and has been frantically shoveling dirt over it all these years. It’s disappearing- a little more each year, like a dream after waking. I’d better write it all down, before I … Continue reading I Had A Dream About My Mother Last Night.