A Chemical Crisis Vs. An Existential Crisis

I told Scott yesterday that I think I’m depressed.  That it feels like a wave has crashed over me and I’m barely able to hold on – only having the rare moment when I’m graced with the ability to break free and take in a deep gasping breath of air before I am pulled back [ Read More ]

On Writing and Anger and Balloons…

What am I doing here?  Why am I waking up at 5:30am, reading all of these books on writing – how to write, when to write, what to write, etc.  Do I need to write about the weather?  The landscape?  Is that what this memoir will encompass?  I’ll tell you about the weather where I’ve [ Read More ]