On day 1 of my admission, my room in the psych ward, felt like a cage. I was scared to sit in it. Impossible, messy, wild of objects and unwashed clothes. Read More
My thoughts race to a dark place this time as I trek home from the hospital. Read More
Lou Gehrig’s Disease. A slow, degenerative death sentence. Charlie refused intravenous feeding. He would rather starve. Read More
‘Japan?’ Rachel is still utterly confused. ‘Why didn’t you tell me, wait. You haven’t answered my question. Why have you been invited to support these Jewish refugees? Read More
Stepmother was an extraordinary person, her acting abilities were so great that she knew how to be truthful, sincere and frank. Read More
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