In a recent email exchange with a certain family member about mental health (ok, my mental health), it didn't take long before finding myself in familiar and somewhat frustrating territory. With feeble attempts to illustrate how clinical depression is so much more than just "having the blues", I Googled articles on the subject, forwarding anything I could find that … Continue reading Knots
A letter written from a father to his son. If only all parents would be this way. Would you? Nate, I overheard your phone conversation with Mike last night about your plans to come out to me. The only thing I need you to plan is to bring home OJ and bread after class. We … Continue reading Parents: would you do this?
I'm a liar. There. I said it. Feels good to say it out loud. Although, not much of a surprise, considering I'm a [recovering] drug addict. A drug addict saying they're lying, is like the Ocean saying it's salty. It just comes with the territory. I don't remember where I first heard the saying, "How do … Continue reading Pants on Fire