Silent Assumptions

I am lying on the floor of my basement in the winter of 1989. It is dark but for the remains of a smoldering log in the fireplace. Cool air seeps through the foundation and between the spaces of the delicate afghan that covers me. My parents aren’t home. It’s only me and Tom, sleeping […]

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The Extensive Exam

March 23, 1995 New York City 2:25 p.m. At first I tried to push the thick, wooden door of the doctor’s office the way you push any door to exit a building, but it wouldn’t budge, so I turned and gave it a shove with my back and shoulder. It was then that I locked […]

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High Notes and House Calls

Every day after school let out, my girlfriend and I would sprint back to her house to listen to Minnie Riperton’s “Loving You” (is easy ‘cause you’re beautiful).  It was the number one song in the spring of 1975, back when I used to wear my hair in pig tails and skate circles in our […]

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The Time A Psychiatrist Fell Asleep While I Was Talking

  I had already told my story to four other psychiatrists in the span of 14 months, been prescribed countless medications, and dealt with numerous debilitating side effects, when I decided to try someone with a more holistic approach. “Lisa?”  She said, extending her hand. “Yes, hi.” I hoped she couldn’t feel my heart beating […]

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