The reflection is blurry, softer, cleaner. The lighting is dim, inside that other bathroom, the walls don't need new paint and the cracked tile floor is invisible. Perhaps it isn't cracked at all in there. Perhaps you just float, no need for feet or floors. You are always there, inside the glass, staring out into … Continue reading Stop staring at me
"The things that make us feel the most alone have the greatest power to connect us." - Ze Frank This story will connect you to me: Many years ago, early on a September morning, I walked towards the side entrance of my high school. Crowded near the door, the 'cool' kids smoked their cool cigarettes … Continue reading Power to Connect
Silence is not agreement. I keep my mouth shut as I walk behind the two women I am working with this week. The younger one is marching in her formerly fashionable combat boots in time to the words barking from her mouth. The topic is Suicide. Don't ask how they got on to that subject, I wasn't really paying … Continue reading Stubborn Ignorance
"It's different this time," she says to me, out of nowhere. We've been talking about movies we've missed over the summer. "What's different," I ask, although I know what she's going to say. "I don't think I'll make it out this time." A dozen glib comments come to mind, but I don't say them, because I think … Continue reading This Time
I should get out of bed, but the covers are too heavy. I should take a shower, but I can't get out of bed because the covers are too heavy. I should get over my fear of leaving the house, but I smell because I haven't showered yet. I should go out there and buy … Continue reading I Should
To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is...at last, to love it for what it is, and then to put it away. - Virginia Woolf Much of the "civilized" world puts a lot a talk into the idea of human rights. As … Continue reading Why is Suicide so Sad?