The Sunporch
“Your garden is like a park,” my mother-in-law would say when she came to visit us in Wisconsin from her home in Canada. It was a…
Dreamers Reading Room
Bipolar, Diagnosis – Two Poems
The doctor adjusts his glasses, tells me the news. There isn’t much else. I leave the muted-colored office and beat my hands on the steering wheel.
The Other Eleven Months of the Year
I was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder (BPD) in 1991 at thirty years-old, following my second suicide attempt. Individuals who have BPD lack the ability to…
Book Review: Anne Lamott’s Almost Everything
Book Review of Anne Lamott’s Almost Everything: Notes on Hope – Book Review by Catherine Lanser – A few months back I had an opportunity to see Anne Lamott speak. I was familiar with her book Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life, but I wasn’t sure if I’d ever read it. It was lumped in my mind with other… Read More »Book Review: Anne Lamott’s Almost Everything
The Worst Drunk Poem I’ve Ever Written
I found in the pocket of the jeans I wore last night a yellow note: from the triple g&t…
Annie
Caleb was a sweet boy, with black hair and freckles, whose left leg was in a brace, causing the other kids to taunt him without mercy. Caleb’s best…
Little Stars
David and I were still awake at 3 am. The moon wasn’t full, that wasn’t the reason, but the Perseids were doing their August trick, showering meteors like streaks of sleep dust from the sandman, mocking us.
The Oppressor and the Oppressed Within
Days shy of my fortieth birthday, attended a class with master writing teacher Laleh Khadivi: in San Francisco at Christina Garcias’s Las Dos Brujas. A new meaning emerged…
The Grey House Didn’t Speak
No people remain to lift their hands in farewell. Home does not speak. It does not call out our names as we move up the steps onto the plane. It does not call out as if to say…