This is an interview series with wonderful everyday humans talking about how they kept going. Why? This topic holds lifelong interest and meaning for me. I was first hospitalized for depression at fourteen, and again at sixteen. Therapy was transformative, and medication worked sometimes (and sometimes not); but when all was said and done, I …
Here in New York, it’s normal for grown-ups to grouse about winter. Much complaining about the ice-crusted driveways and shoveling and and the dark days and the flu. That thirteenth snowfall is so magical, said no New Yorker ever. (By the way, this is part 2 of a series of little musings called Advent for the …
I guess I’ll start with the Christmas cards. Most years, if I even manage to get cards out, I make them myself. Last-minute. Stapled together with a couple of Instagram pictures printed out on our low-toner inkjet. I actually like it this way. Punk Rawk Xmas! We’d never had a professional family portrait, until a few …