A man was walking along by himself on a dusty road. Everything around was brown. The dirt, the rocks and the trees were brown. Even the sky had a brownish tint to it. The man was naked except for a neck tie, a very long neck tie. It went down to his knees. It was…
My daughter recently learned how to tie her own shoes. This is an exciting development. She’s very proud of herself. And I’m very proud of her. But, now we are late wherever we go. It takes her a solid ten to fifteen minutes to tie them satisfactorily. It’s adorable and maddening. That seems to be…
I’m lonely. I don’t know how much of it is depression, how much is the divorce and how much is actually being alone (although I rarely seem to be alone, so my guess is it’s the first two), but I suppose it doesn’t really matter. Whatever the cause, I am lonely. It feels different from other…
I’ve never been a good sleeper. I’m quite jealous of those who are. I’ve been this way as long as I can remember, and, according to my parents, it was the case before that. Sleeping is just not a talent I was born with, nor is it a skill I’ve been able to develop. Naturally, depression…
It’s so easy to denounce Trump supporters as rabid racists and misogynists. Yet more Hispanic voters cast ballots for Donald Trump than Mitt Romney, despite his anti-Mexican rhetoric. More white women voted for Trump than Hillary Clinton, despite his “Grab them by the pussy” comment. On the left, we continue to ask why. Why are these…
If you’re not one for introductions, just skip to below the line. I’ve been posting a lot about my divorce and depression lately. I want to post something different, but I’m not in a good place to write anything different. So, I thought I’d post something I wrote a little while ago for a short…
I don’t really believe in sin. At least not in the literal sense of the word. I do believe that rooting for the Yankees is a sin, as is putting more than one topping on a serving of ice cream. But the idea of a crime against God or nature or the universe or whatever…
Today is Thanksgiving, and in the interest of faking it until I make it, I want to come out of my wallow to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving. I think I can speak for Jamil when I say that we are truly grateful for everyone who has come by to read some of our work. …
I’ve been documenting my recent struggles with depression in this space. I don’t think I’m saying anything original, or particularly interesting. I’m mostly doing it out of my desire to not be a hypocrite. In the past, I have cared for people suffering from depression. I would always ask them to be open about it. …
One of the oddest effects of depression is being unable to enjoy things that I know are enjoyable. For me, that is most noticeable with music. I am completely obsessed with music and have been ever since I can remember. I have a huge record collection. I go to shows whenever I can. I play…
