January 29th

There are days that change us. That become the oak trees by which we know our life turned. This is one of those days in my history. On this day twenty-nine years ago, the eve of my thirteenth birthday, my grandfather died. I was called out of class to the office with teenage oooohs following … Continue reading January 29th

Sleepy

For more than a year I have suggested to my healthcare providers that I'm depressed because I sleep so much, not--as had been presumed--that I sleep because I'm depressed. The doctors have listened. But the wheels of healthcare churn slowly through a miasma of mucky insurance and murky interdepartmental harangues. It is four days shy … Continue reading Sleepy