Quiet House (2016, revisited)

Depression to me is a quiet house.   It is held in a shadow box, behind a thick pane of crystal glass. Where if you can peer inside, you will see that there are always dishes in the sink, and a persistent steady drip from the bathroom faucet. The swing set out back rocks gently….

Between Meds and Madness

Yesterday, I called my brother. I thought he was coming up this weekend so I just wanted to check up on him. Since I had him on the phone we got to talking and catching up.  It had been a while. Phone conversations with my brother start with, “how are you?” And with the same,…