"And you," said the pesky, underweight, twenty-something boy with a love for horn-rimmed glasses and Borges, and with a last name that ended the same as my own, "you're a madwoman."

She awakened and thought at first that the noise coming from the basement was an intruder, that someone was down there and might cause her harm. Then she remembered that the furnace had been erratic lately and had made some strange noises. She drifted off…

The lace fell through the fingers, wrinkled and nimble they had become too used to avoiding the finite objects in life which needed attention. The white cotton sat loosely on her shoulders, the collar exposed the skin which had become dry and her shoulder

With each hospitalization she emerged as from a chrysalis in a different incarnation in a different world.

I'm on my way to my annual mammogram. It's taken two months to get this appointment. I've had pains in my breast. I could be dead by now.

What if, just before the taxi hits, a life passes before your eyes, but it's another life?

I say no by saying nothing.

“The wound is the place where the light enters you…”- JALAL AD-DIN RUMIFollowing my lithium poisoning by my doctor, I went into a delirium, a vortex of darkness of losing myself sucked into a swirling black hole of space, no language, no way to communicate,…