My sister tried to kill herself. Or, at least, I think she did. I was eleven years old. I don’t remember much about it; it was a long time ago – kind of a blur at this point. The thing that sticks out is all the little pink hearts – speed pills. She’d swallowed a […]

I don’t think I was older than seven when I saw a dead body for the first time, but they’d been common in my imagination up to that day. I saw them mostly around water – on the banks of creeks, half buried in mud, and with all the color drowned from their eyes. I […]

As the new year approaches, I’ve been thinking about my mom. She was about my age when she died and she often said to me that if you don’t have your health, nothing else is worth having. Chronically depressed, obese, on a daily regimen of both pharmaceutical and narcotic drugs – I figure she knew […]